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.