I’d walk through the desert for you,

to bend space and time its true, and

yeah, that’s nice.

I’d climb up the mountain for us,

to construct buildings and such, cause

yep, that’s ok.

Id forge it all from steel,

the structures so real, and

the towers blasé.

I’d make them from sand,

all of those pyramids,

you’d say were just a sight.

Till one day you’d say,

Of all those displays,

I know that you mean it, and thank you.

Humbly yours,

J