songs are alternate worlds.

I am suddenly and thankfully thrusted into an alternate world made of beautiful poetry. I am swimming through it slowly with closed eyes. Im not sure what Im simming through, but it feels like stars, and smells of midnight grass. I stick out my tongue to get a taste of this world. It tastes of Indigo, delicious! Perfect for this world. Relaxed, I continue to blindly swim, but not towards the north, or south, nor east or west. Im lost, but thats good, because lost is the right direction.