Incoherent people cannot talk, cannot br use words to convey their meaning, explain br what they are feeling, incoherent people can br only wonder about the forlorn meandering br of their own thoughts br br Notes twinkling like ice-cubes, passing me br by, no music left, only the darkness inside, br must learn to fill it up with gleaming br interest - the words are lost, empty br lines running on br br Without rhythm and sound; tomorrow br will bring a new story of beauty, dragons br and glory, dreamers shall be victorious over br sorrow, bring joy of dancing fellows - br tomorrow life shall be renewedbr br Margaret Alice Secondbr br