I want sunshine in the rain,winter's icy fingers touching my warm summer face.


I want happiness amidst the pain,thorns that prick in that lovely gladiola bouquet.


I want peace in the debris of my shattered brain,sparkling grains of sand illuminated only in the shiftless shoreline gaze.


I want success in failure, scaling the top but falling short of surmounting the main.


I want to be, not only to be free; for freedom is the lottery's chance device.