A fake memory that only you believe in.
A wish that you make come true - even though it's just a little white lie you tell yourself.
That with this, you're a little closer to your dreams (whispers: not really).
A burning live house, throbbing bass.
Waves of energy rolling from the seats.
I gaze at a benign god.
He gazes at me.
We don't need words.
This time, I can breathe.