Go down by the shores of hope where love flows and the ocean floats. Go now, and I will meet you there. We'll sing beneath the cotton candy clouds. Something's eating my stomach (that sour taste is coming back again): those pretty stories and sonnets. But I cast those stories down the well when I grew up not long ago. And now I'm free from those infectious fairy tales that plagued our playdough minds and wills. Something's chewing on my brain (I'm leaking dreams like p***, once again): those pretty Hollywood Endings. Someone's taking my clothes off! ("I promise you the sky! And the stars!") Must be love! Oh, I hope so!