If life is just an illusion,
If there’s no difference
between reality and fantasy
For the lively mind,
I’ll gather the scraps of my talent
And breath in – the life
Into those playful greenish eyes
Into that crooked smile
And strawberry-blond locks.
Into those cheeky words and cheesy jokes
Into the heart of steel
That’s mushy and soft inside.
I’ll take all the letters I know,
To revive that sharp-witted tongue
And freckled satin skin.
I’ll give all I have, to drag you out of the dream.