flying above the highway of imagination, taking in all the dreams be told, their fears and joys are a creation, about the way they mold. i smile and cry, and listen to their secrets behold, and how they wish they could all fly, and know that no one told. so their secrets i will keep, about their happy times, and dream about my own dreams as i sleep, about love and rhymes. i’m flying above the highway of imagination, and i’m taking in all the dreams be told.