One passes a dream of moon,
And I catch it with all my heart;
To live or to just read, a choice they say!
At last, the peanut butter all I found on my turf
The salty, buttery and so smooth,
Its liquefied protein can see my anxiety;
I had had derailed this heavenly taste from my line,
Bring on the Beethoven and all the sanity,
I must confess that I am in love, again!