The beautiful bliss
Of reaching inner peace
Is upon me because
I'm longing to fly
Into the darkness of your eye
And find what it is
That you do so to please
Yourself as for me
There's nothing more to see
For I have been in your eyes
And I have seen there that lies
Can never set you free
From a mind that's at sea
In a struggle with the world
That doesn't lead to the pot of gold
At the end of a rainbow of mud
And so in my eyes
There's hopes of blue skies
And of suns warm as hell
But to someone I must tell
That in spite of my bliss
You should know that I always
Carry an umbrella.
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