With reverent hands we desperately fumble for something to hold on to. Forgetting that what we seek is really ourselves. Maybe it’s easier to look outside than it is to look within. And yet you wander where magic comes from. But I see it in everything you do. Shed the shackles that chain you down and the moonlight will dance upon your beautiful naked soul. And a memory will leave a quiver of a smile upon your lips. Take my hand and permit me to voyage upon the choppy waters of your thoughts. There we will travel to sobriety and we’ll hook our dreams on the crook of a cloud so that no matter which way we face, the sun will always shine on us.