What a short conversation
Dull, dread, drama, all in the sake of apathy.
What doesn't exist doesn't, and what matters does
No questions follow, just yawns and mellows.
Dawns and dellows.
Oranges and yellows.
But then they fall letting you in
With their white robes full of sin
but the sight of you makes us want to dance
Forward and backward, sideways, upside down, paradoxical prance.
With all of our glee, there's nothing to see
Just our happiness that we could have received...
With your everything, you're in my dream.
Always.