Highway 41 Revisited

A waking dream

Cruising into town on the flybus

Before sunrise

Am I still asleep?

A thousand points of light dance

Beckon

Looking for a missing puzzle piece

In the town of the smoky bay

Lost youth, my own

Lost youth, a new generation

Two years on, and now

The dream is over?

Weightless and impotent, powerless

In the face of the monsters

Gunnvor the devourer and

Kolumkilli the sorcerer

But they too, will fall

The dream remains

I shall return