trust me friend; let me look after your fancies
and you'll soon see; these things may well be
     a mansion to house your dreams
             and exclude your fears
      and in truth these things may well
space tourism
 realized eschatology
 apocalyptic seizures
and a pizza for free
as you cruise aboard a luxury house boat
and see the centuries swish past in a wink
these things may well be if you but think
    about the things you imagined
           and how they lingered
  attached to life's tenuous tendons
     and sprinkled with bliss unlimited
     in your moments of gruesome woes
    when it all became plain and clear
  that life is its own driver
and everyone is a lover