I speed between the varying swamp life.
I'm going somewhere.
I'm getting somewhere.
The swamp is like a maze.
A trap for us.
I'm going somewhere.
I'll find it somewhere.
The light is bright.
Distracting me from my travels.
I'm somewhere.
Glorious earth of bellowing heights.
Is it some sort of tree?
There is a blur of light.
I wonder about the sight.
The scene focuses again.
It is hot.
The air is muggy.
The ground is fickle as it is easily lifted with each step.
I feel a thirst come over me.
I move on again as the land blurs in my sight.
I close my eyes and take a breath.
There is now a coolness in the air.
I open my eyes to a sight I've never seen before.
Such blue.
Blue beyond compare.
The skies are so clear.
Even the land is blue!
Unlike the swamp's water... oh.
The swamp.
This is not the swamp.
These places are not the land I call home.
I fear these sights will be gone when I return.
A figment.
A tale of old and cranky men.
But do not go far my dream, I will find you again.
You cannot keep me away.
