Your laughter is fat.

Your laughter is fat,
Your tears are an abandoned 
desert, your dreams are a 
cluster of wildflowers 
on pleasant hills

Ever since you separated 
yourself, journeying with 
hearts of gold bathed in 
sunbeams

Your feet have become a 
royal horse and
Your laughter is fat

Your soul is a cloud of 
many themes, an epistle 
written by God, sought 
by men

The merchants of good 
omen are in deep seas, 
sailing to where the 
oceans command

To find men and women who 
are confined in their 
imaginations, afraid to 
explore uncharted terrains

Good omen has arrived, O’ 
passive feet. Good omen has 
arrived, O’ fearful minds. 

Merchants of good omen have 
arrived, to escape with you. 

Untie this fraternity, break 
this fence and run from yourself 

Mary's alabaster smells where 
you are not. Break this fence, 
and meet her fragrance freedom

Kings shall come to your light. 
Kings shall drink from your 
wells and mourners shall 
dance in your aroma