Daydreaming

[2X2E5]

Standing on an open field of grass,
no weeds, no trees, and no smell of gas.
Stand on this field and watch a cloudless sky,
stand on this field with the sun in my eye.
I want the light blue sky to eat me whole.
I want to it to carry away my lost soul.
The horizon that separates land from sky should break.
Oh what a lovely feeling it is to finally be awake.

[hillwalker]

Rather flimsy to be honest - and the rhyme does it no favours. 'no smell of gas'? really?

H

[2X2E5]

Yeah, "no smell of gas", as in finding a spot to relax where there's no pollution. Kind of gives it a country/cottage feel, no?

[hillwalker]

'gas' as in 'gasoline' ok - I was imagining something altogether different.

H

[2X2E5]

What did you imagine?

[hillwalker]

I couldn't possibly say. . . no seriously, the word gas can apply to any substance in its gaseous state. Chlorine, Ammonia, Nitrous Oxide, Methane, etc. etc.

I can't say more than that because the stern look your cat is giving me is making me increasingly nervous.

H