Today my thoughts are so unusually mild.
They have nested and rested away from the wild
They're are dreaming a dream of an indigo child
And they're keeping my readings of dreams right on file.
I'm like clay
With no definition, my mind likes to stray.
I sometimes will weep but I like it that way
For the wisdom attracted is welcome to stay
Will I ever return to my home?
If I'm always away but I'm never alone,
If my kingdom awaits and they garnished my throne
Would I give up crusades that can crush all these bones?
Or can I just continue to shine?
Because though it has been such a very long time
Since love conquered all of the troublesome minds
In the back of my mind lies a plot so divine.