Here it is the land of honey, laughing friends, smiles, a warm embrace. A sail through the sky, a rowing of a boat through the clouds. Sometimes I dream of colours a halo made of stars, silk soft sheets a, a mother's love.
I wish it could be more like this, more full of love more full of peace. I shake my head until it nearly falls off with this dream world I have invented, this land where only perfect men exist. I am a sinner like everyone else, please keep me pure, keep me sane, keep me from doing what my mind tells me to do. Keep me.