Not so often now do I journey on
my Cosmic Glide. In my youth,
in my mind’s eye, the vistas were limitless.
Infinite panorama’s of wonders beyond
imagination. Truth is always
stranger than fiction. But now, my engine
of imagination has seen many miles,
been so many places I have
to travel far afield before I can turn on
my Cosmic Glide engine.
But if I am still, in a quiet space,
I can still hear the rumble
of its once mighty roar.