Sinking beyond the windows of broken dreams and shadows br sometimes i wonder what it's worth after all br like we all do sometimes looking out to the cloudy skies br They get blown away by passing winds br no need of flowery languages it seem br animals out in the desert give an option of choice br wondering like tiny shadow flickering sad... br to float could be an option but i dare not to choose br sometimes i wish this all would go br just pass around like green leaves falling from trees br still to survive would be nice br but sadly life gives us with a little choice br if ever i would go into the deep blue sea br or into the air or wind blowing out from there br i still might think there is still a choice of then or now br close knit words are always messy and strange br but they also got no feelings br as the ones that i right br it's strange that people never get to know what it's all about or everything would just have been a show delight....