I forget to work. You will bring me toys.

I forget to eat. You will feed me dreams.

I forget to sleep. You will sew music on my pillow.

I forget to get dressed. You will portray my nudity.

I forget my way. You will lead me outside my comfort zone.

I forget to see clearly. You will create foggy magic.

I forget to be grounded. You will buy my winged sandals.

I forget to be prosaic. You will scatter poetry.

I forget my name. You will call me Passion.