On a kinder, gentler note, a bedtime poem...

keep on chasin' rainbows, man,

isn't that what they say?

if we chase we always dream

and if we dream we always want

and beyond the wanting

what do we see?

do our eyes speak and our bodies smile?

do we open our pores to receive, to bleed?

tell me you're not bleeding..

tell me you're bleeding...

take me now

take me never again

never again

can i go back

it doesn't exist

maybe it never was

and now, and now, and now

play me another song while i

freshen my drink and fix my skirt