My head floats in the sky
a sea of age old tales
My plain mind wonders why
the planets don’t have sails
I dream of battles between good and evil
face-offs of moral proportions
where good guys win and evil dwindles
into a small and pitiful hole
Where men with shiny armor
and swinging mighty swords
strike down the low and corrupt
with a swift and stinging blow
I feel and believe in a world
where anything can happen
Where your mind creates the limits
and miracles do exist
A world where a dove could pass you by
And ask about your day
And give you a golden nugget
for every word it should say
I believe in a world
where the beautiful is the everyday
and beauty mourns it’s losses
where for every gold nugget a dove should sing
The earth takes in a dozen white crosses.