My dearest darling, it's now three in the morning and at this moment sleep escapes me. The moon is full and the stars are bright, framed by a veil of your memories. Once again, loneliness is a reality as these thoughts of you come to me. I am afraid for my shadows of despair. Does happiness still surround you? As I remember you when I was there. Does a rainbow still curve in your lovely smile? A smile is so silent, yet saying more than a thousand words can say. Has time changed the season of my heart for the flavors of my eyes? In my dreams, I am consumed by happiness as you crawl by. Does love still linger on even though my love I'm gone? If I'm still in your dreams, though sometimes I crave that memory. Or if I'm just a moment's joy, only your love can lead me where I go. Sing along like church Sundays. Do I believe in God? Maybe someday, but this is Monday. And I'mma spend it with a smile, watch an NBA, dream I'm green, give a flag a foul. Enjoy the moment, stare at the moonlight for some insight. While I puff on this peace pipe, no rewrites cause I don't write. Pay attention to the message I'm delivering. I got love like Buddha, Jesus, Allah. Pop my Patagonia collar. I spoiled the world with fresh sounds. I'm a prophet in the underground. See me outside walking, barely, barely. You see me on the scene. I'm in the lab trying to make green for my team. So we can have a whole living room designed by Tom Sachs. Tom Sachs.