Why was he so trusting of his intuition?

In an ever changing world of gold, glamour, greed and girls
He leads me further astray

At times I struggle to fight back
On nights where my mind is clouded by the night cap

Finger waves under your hat point to the picture on your night stand—“I like that”

Knight standing guard of my queen
Pardon the interruption while I intervene in your dreams and navigate to king

Hand in hand on shared alter
Of our worlds colliding like the memories of the last conversations with my father

Together we prosper
In a better life
Entice in our passion