The times seem to pass quickly
And I can't keep up with them.
Let the twain never meet,
This will suit me fine.
I have a fixed imagination
That allows me to wander.
Now and then I let it loose
To see how my ends will meet.
Seems a waste of good time
That could be put to better use.
I'm hoping to catch the next express,
That will carry me to beyond the stars.
Love ya!
Jane