I want to wash myself in a cold hard rain,
clothe myself in clean blades of green grass,
and pull the dark grey clouds up under my chin.
I want the wind to whisper me lullabys,
and the birds to sing me to sleep.
And just as I am about to doze off,
I want the moon to switch off the sun and be my nightlight.
And in my earthly slumber, I will forget all of this.
because a Reverend can't be wrong.
