There is a blue world.

Not this one here,

But one where troubles disappear,

I’ve seen it in my dreams.

In the blue world,

There is no hell,

Just cold calculations.

But everything is fixable.

Not like here,

Where everything is breakable, 

And even the wishing well

Is often out of order.

But since this world has a yellow sun,

I have some very warm calculations,

Some lovely orange designs on you.

Let me see them through to fruition,

Just one time.

-jenn