remember the first time you heard the song "boat dreams from the hill". you kinda put your brain inside the boats shoes, or in its hull. picturing yourself being free'd from your perch into the water where you can travel without boundaries. float and swim around with friends that have the same interest in the water as yourself.
the picture painted by the lyrics most definitely would be that of a sailboat. but, i so badly wanted it to be a row boat. there is more struggle and aloneness as a rowboat. like the working class model of a dreamer. there was view and a water color that was in my head, and of coarse, the ice plant the boat was to be perched on.
the boat's not perfect, and neither is the dream.
nothings perfect. so there is always room for improvement.
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