A Summer's Dream

I'd rather wait than tell the coming dream that few could tell or else they would thus tell. Of super highways in the mind that wind upon them selves. Everybody has a place none go without the sight and no one's child is left including will. If death appeared none would appeal approached. Where intersections placed on in the world each racing yacht prevailed. To kiss the lips of each fair girl I saw. And save them what I owe and you can have. The only death I know that rest and you the will to be. I see them almost daily news from could not do to then thus when I found.