Road Trip Time Machine

(BTW: This needs lots and lots of work)

Please don’t stop me now
I’ve gotten so far
From stumbling
On such fine shoulders
Its been a while,
I know

I was so young
And by some tremendous
Act of God
You and your cruel
Stalker and prison ward
Gave me lasting soul
And sold by my mind’s sweat
And my heart’s inner fears
Away in a bundle of little tears
But I thank you
And let me leave in peace
Let me fully release

And I will never look back
Pillar of salt
And black shallack
Keep my engine run
And help my imagination grow
LET ME GO

Growth takes so much time
And there’s a fine fine line
Between the inner mine
And all the great rhymes
of the replicated genome
so far away from home
but you must hold
While I behold
The world.
The ocean.
The sky.