I’m going through a phase;
Dreaming of a willow tree,
Under which you read to me.
The world is a twisted maze;
But your soothing words set me free,
I’m enthralled by you completely.
I never cope well without you;
Dreaming no longer feels like enough,
The pattern is now imitation.
Universal themes leave me so blue,
Battered by people so complex and tough,
When everyone just wants rejuvenation.