let's call it canticle

bring me sanity,
bring me peace,
bring me rest and bring me leisure.

give me tomorrow
or even next week,
give me nothing or give me forever.

calm your sorrows,
dry your tears,
stand back up and let me guide you.
and it's been almost twenty years
yet there's still no soul inside you.

so after nothing, I might have found
that love is just a notion,
but without love and peace and grace
the earth might cease its motion.

the thought that I may not exist
is enough to make you scream,
but the day you die, you'll awake to find
it was nothing but a dream.

so let us sing this canticle
and live on, merrily;
because, real or not, I'm more than content
In my reverie.