Superhighway At the bottom of the ocean in the inky inky darkness I can see, I can see, I can seeBut the flashlight of sobriety is flashing at me dot-dash-dot-dot-dash Something, someone is signalling me. a pattern becomes a beam becomes a superhighway When I’m chilling in my pad Dossing sideways on my notepad ThinkingContinue reading “Songwrite”