The Other Side of Nowhere “Hey Johnny where you going?” “Oh, nowhere.” “Can I come along?” “Oh sure, but you need to get small and sleepy, nowhere is not somewhere, you know. Nowhere is a place of greenish, yellow fields, on the dark side of the moon. Nowhere is full of lonely kids who sometimes hide under the kitchen sink. Nowhere has a La-Z-Boy chair on the top of a cloud, comfy and fitted with surround sound. You think you’re ready to go?” “I think so, but what's over there?” “Oh, that's the other side of nowhere.” “The other side of nowhere?” “Yeah, wild place, but we can't go together, you can only go to the other side of nowhere alone. It’s where elephants get drunk and dine on the top of palm trees, Where tiny, tiny bits of nothing collide to become quarks and Empire state buildings, Where strands of lonely DNA become the life of the party. When the devil shares his filet mignon with the vegan angel they are most likely dining on the other side of nowhere. When your mom and dad don't know you, when your brother and sister don’t get you, when your teachers don’t understand you, They probably didn't know to look for you on the other side of nowhere.” “You know Johnny, I think I’ll just go back home.”