Yes,
Sure,
My days are filled with
Poisonous ideologues,
Judging whispers,
Stifling plastic,
Pirate laughters.
I cover the ears,
And I walk,
Walk in the harshing desert,
Sure of what expects,
Reminded of what's to come.
And every night,
Oh, the relief,
The asylum of my heart,
A river in the desert,
A castle in the river.
Yes, every night,
Oh, so much joy:
My eyes, they close;
Your eyes, they open.
All of myself
All of my heart
All my thoughts
All my words
All my tickles
All my moves,
Laying in bed,
They find their way back home,
They find the all of you.