Days of Pearl and Nights of Amber,
Sun and Moon meet in my chamber,
invite me with a friendly glance
to come along and join their dance...
Negative!...No tiny pill,
no sudden bout of severe ill,
nor smoke or powder, no I.V.,
--- just silver disc in my C.D. ...
As soon - and once - Xtina's voice
does penetrate and sear through 'noise',
I'll spread my wings, retract my gear,
and catch a course straight out of "here"...
Brains turn traitors, they'll employ
mechanisms that spread 'joy';
chemicals will get released
once their 'guards' are "bribed and pleased"...
I know "dope"... the 'legal' stuff;
smoke or booze, I've had enough!!
The spectre spoiling all their feel:
They are bogus, fake, unreal!...
Truth is that you will have lived,
if what you think that you perceived
came as unhindered as it may;
Xtina's songs: PLEASE!, make my day!!!...