i always come back br to your arms br br i am not happy br but i have no choice br br your arms are cactus br but i do not mind br br i make most of what br imagination can offer br br there will be sun br where there is none br br i make rain br i also unmake them br br everything are sands br in my hands br br i open my fingers br as dams br br sands trickle br waters pour br br rivers form themselves br i make a mouth br br where they can find br rest and be lost in the sea br br this is what imagination is all about br one word: survival.br br RIC S.