Oddly enough, my dreams are too real…
Lost at sea in a hollowed-out tree,
we float out further chasing the light.
At the top,
I hold on tight as the wind starts blowing
I look down to see those climbing below me.
How low do you have to go to know that it’s time to grow?
How long can you ride for?
Read about the tree that stood strong in the windy city
Would you take a dance with the devil?