I groped
in the darkness of hope
and felt you
A reality in lieu
I did on occasion
visit Fantasy Island
but you must understand
I am a living man
Acclimatized to affection
I encountered a situation
That is now past
in the looking glass
I want to live again
Experience soothing flames
Be lost in available bliss
and kiss
Oh, I can now laugh
without the stained mask
Squeeze my hand
I’ve got a plan