In my world,

labradoodles are talking therapists,

and feelings taste like ice cream cake.

In my world,

heaven is a beach in Hawaii,

and my room has a walk-in library.

In my world,

Centro's plays Debussy,

and strangers know my name.

In my world,

Computers are made of grass,

and Steve never had cancer.

In my world,

Mozart met Jacob Collier,

and Kanye had a better labradoodle.

In my world,

we hear angels and call it singing

in a stairwell, safe and sound.

In my world,

you know why I wrote this,

and you'll write one too.