Innumerable no’s in my tame, prudent dreams

No six-figure car weaving through empty streets

No museum-like manor to call my very own

No indoor outdoor pools in which to lounge away a day

No romantic stranger comes professing unwarranted endless love

Without even knowing all my crazy, stupid mistakes

No vault full of money and jewels I never earned

Such trifling possessions designed to weigh me down

Dreams always free me as I soar into open air

Appear in a beautifully strange circle to partake in pliable speech

Or simply to witness a real home ringing in silly sounds

Where family is multi-racial and every bed is Godly love