I take yet another exit on the highway,
speeding along to find my dream,
jumping over hurdles, avoiding collisions
hiding from the thunderstorms, simply trying.
And in that raindrop I see the glimpse of my dreaming eye.
Tailing that convertible, overtaking the dirty truck,
racing agaisnt time, I reach out for the horizon,
feet struggling to touch the ground, simply trying
and in that rearview mirror I see the glimpse of my dreaming eye.
Fleeting thoughts, ideas that work,
Last night I dreamt again, now dragging myself awake
splashing my face with fresh morning water
I catch a glimpse of my dreaming eye.
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A complicated simplicity-that's you, Indeed!:D. 'I see the glimpse of my dreaming eye'; beautiful line!
so was this the evening we dropped Sam's mom to the airport...it was raining, we were on the road, there was a thunderstorm and you woke up lazily the next day as you usually do !!!!
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