Mess
Get up, look back, a beautiful mess
Non better then an unmade bed
Thoughts of who took off that dress
When worries left my head
Rapt in the unkept
Room for discord
Such a joy
Extol
Love
Going down
A little boy in a little house
Surrounded by big hearts in a big city
Bed time
So he grabbed Grover
With Grover under one arm and a book under the other
He announced “we’re going down”
Down to the bedroom
Down to a world of sleep
Between the real and unreal
From the known to unknown
To go to sleep requires a brave heart
You need a friend for the journey
You need a good story before the trip