In my machine of
blue metal and
the kind of dreams you
abandoned
when you were very young,
I travel endlessly and
wait for
someone or something
to show me the way.
There's a way that I'm
going,
but I don't know
which it is.
Forward?
Backward?
Onward?
If someone
were with me,
I would ask and
the way would be shown.
And that's when
I think
of you
and the dreams you
probably had when
you were a child,
the kind of
child that doesn't
yet understand
that dreams are not necessary.
In my world, though,
dreams are entirely necessary.
You'd have to imagine or
at least remember
a time and place
so well worth going to
that you'd dare to
think of it.
I ought to be
too old for such
dreams, but when
you come to be
as old
inside
as I am,
you can't let
anything go.
You, though,
may never get to
be so old.
You may live your life
in the faded, real nature
that most human beings
must consign
themselves to.
But I,
not being normal,
cannot
go the same way
or live the same life
as everyone else,
including yourself.
I go from world to world,
in my blue machine,
like a madman in a box,
free from your stability.
My life,
so unstable that
even I am not
its own constant,
is not a thing you
would want to
partake in.
I would love it if you did.
I need companions.
I need someone,
some kind of constant,
to keep me stable as
I go from
place to place,
time to time,
face to face,
life to life,
all to unstable territory.
You're the kind of person
who, I think,
would provide such
a position nicely.
You would not be the first.
There were others,
other companions,
but one by one,
they fell away,
and I lost them,
or they lost me,
and I need
someone
so desperately now.
I could fall into
your life,
in my magic box
to take you through time and space
and keep you
as close to me
as I could for
as long as possible.
We could have our
own strange form of
happiness.
But you wouldn't come along.
My way involves
risk,
danger,
and dreams.
You have your
safe stability,
and your world has
no room for dreaming.
No room for this
madman with a box,
who will continue to
fall amongst the stars
in search of something
he maybe never had.
