And the dream went like this:
And this nameless faceless he,
he came between this she and me,
he became a wedge driving us apart.
And I took this zipper that was my chest,
and opened it and let this she and he
see deep down to essence of heart.
And in an instant he saw, he knew,
and this he, this wedge, he withdrew,
and backed away from me and she
so destiny could take it's coarse.
And she looked up, and see did she,
this me I was, shining white,
this knight upon my horse.
The slipper fit once foot slipped in,
and my heart did smile with big old grin,
the good guy wins in this end,
yet only the beginning.
