I dream of 1 day being away in a place, far, far, well not so far away, just across the river and in a different time, ok, just a hour earlier. 1 day, one day I dream of a far better life. I hope and dream. I see rusted cars and trucks, empty bath tubs, pine trees, and chickens. I pass slowly by the house that was once a home, a family gone but not forgotten by the house, it's lonely.
I, on the other hand am not. I dream of tomorrow, I dream of Alabama. I dream of a new tomorrow.