Michael's on the road again, which I guess is kind of a redundant report, because he's there for most of the year. I guess the motels can run together after a while, but at least there are weird dreams.
Another Motel
July 20
I’m not trying to sleep
I am sleeping
So I don’t care If the train goes by
He can be part of my dream
Quacky ducks and geese
Grass and a pond
On both sides of the track
I am a witness
Watching from my dream
The engine first, then the cars
Ka clacketa clack
Ka clacketa clack
They’ve seen it all before
They’re watching me in my dream
I hop on my carpet
And fly above them
I need no wings
I am free and floating
My dream has set me there
The train’s whistle
Toots through the night
Across my mind
Taking my imagination
For a little cruise
Who will I meet?
What will I find?
I am open you know
Always open always moving
Traveling the dreamscape
The birds ask me
How they ended up in my dream
I tell them I don’t talk to birds
Ask the train, ask him
I am but a traveler dreaming my night away
