Travelling to Tomorrow
By Tegs
Often in my dreams I visit a place not unlike here. In which cars fly, computers talk, and people are tolerant. Fish wind through the clouds and bubbles pop out from pipes. Squiggles play across my eyes and I see things as never before. I see people holding hands, repecting each other for who they really are, and I'm content with humanity. Those woken from their apathy find pleasure in this newfound love for peace, and friendship. So we all can be safe, and free. Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 03:12 PM PST 0 • 10
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