Would you wish on a falling star
On a collision course with Earth, and you asked for a car
Would you smile if you had a wet dream
Then woke up in the dry desert,
with a pocket full of gold and a mouth full of parched screams
If you always asked and expected me to always give
When I finally said No...
Would you hate me, berate me and wished I'd die instead of live
If I told you my truth, in written symbols that formed words
Then added hidden lessons, through metaphoric sentences and esoteric verbs
Gave you a key to unlock doors to mental trees
Would you gladly accept them? It's All I Have To Set Us Free...