I'm strange here
 I want to see the boy
 Which will free me
 Cold down my powers
 Balloons of words are flying
 All lost dreams
 There is a beautiful mirror
 Every door is closed
 Only one is open
 When I see them, I'm pale
 They are wide open 
 Ragged sheeting in them
 Whole barred ...
 and bowed promises!
 23:25 16/05/03