Turning
the key in the dashboard of dreams
Buffy
and Megan asleep at my side
Taking
a journey to nowhere it seems
Toto,
Yfory, we're all on this ride
Pillowing,
billowing, upside and down
Heltering,
skeltering taking a slide
Riding
aloft on a bed filled with down
To
the border, the edge, out of inside
We're slipping. The edge is falling
away
It's crumbling, the sounds,
(emphatic in speech).
Yet we've
rallied. Night's giving way to day
We're
back in some strata within our reach
Cumulus
nimbus and ray of sunshine
Dragging
us back to contemporary meantime.