They will call it chaos, but
it's possibility, a world of
willingness without inhibitions,
of wishes without limits. They
will keep to their city of keys,
to the promises and pacts which
make it all seem tame, wildness
captured and constrained, bound
by rules, wielded with intention.
They will play at politics, cross
boundaries they don't comprehend,
imagine all the stories belong to
them. But I dreamed this world
for you.