The world passes by
beyond the window,
beyond the unlooking glass.
Transported by thought,
its wheels silent as snow,
for this moment
you travel a parallel universe
of possibilities.
The return ticket
weighs heavy in your hand.
beyond the window,
beyond the unlooking glass.
Transported by thought,
its wheels silent as snow,
for this moment
you travel a parallel universe
of possibilities.
The return ticket
weighs heavy in your hand.
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