When I was young, Sober and Unkissed, I used to strap on my Little Black Sandals with the Buttons and go to the Playground on Sunday. I was no longer a Hostage, with Butterflies and without Fear or the pressure of Academia. When the Moon would Bring Night, Oh Father would bring me some Lentil and Sweet Potato wrapped in Cellophane and after Beautiful Calm Driving we would get home. He still sings me a Lullaby when I Go to Sleep and I know he’s Never Gonna Leave Me.