glide handel I want to be just like a melody, I want to drift into the calm ether, I want to soar beside kites flying high, I want to flee this world without colour. But I cannot; alone, lost and in strife, I am a pencil-sketch of a person, A victim of my fears, of my own life, Cowering, begging things do not worsen. Arms around my knees, embracing darkness, Still I cannot escape this day-glow air. But damage is soundless to headphoned ears, And whispered to me is a hopeful prayer: "I want to be just like a melody, Like a simple sonnet, in harmony." 040606 what's it to you? who go blather from