oh, poet.
i hope with a true desire that your mind is lilies and dancing through them.
i hope that it is not a pit
[though, if it is, you know that i will gladly sit there with you until we can find that misplaced ladder which is hope].
oh, muse,
listen to the song of my mind, will you?
it sounds like 80s life, by the good the bad and the queen.
i think you will be better for it.