So close, yet so far
Like windows of cars
We’d reach out and touch
If our paths wouldn’t part
If the exit weren’t there
If the turn disappeared
We’d sit side by side
Flying through open air
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
So close, yet so far
Like windows of cars
We’d reach out and touch
If our paths wouldn’t part
If the exit weren’t there
If the turn disappeared
We’d sit side by side
Flying through open air