Golden
Oh how lovely it is! This thing is directly coming towards me. Draped in red linen, my vision is fuzzy. Still somewhat distant from my vision I have been waiting for it for three years. It's like this storm! That is taking me away. Far away to a land I could only dream of. Oh, now my vision is clear. Why abruptly it has changed its color. Am I dreaming, or is it real? It's the truth, and it's coming to me wrapped in gold. Now I'm ready to accept this feeling And ready to escape from this prison Because it's draped in golden.