So a soft wind blows in this quiet little town. Houses lined up in rows with streets and fences to separate. Leaves fall. Catch one to make a wish. Wish so much, contain so little. Yet I contain a lot. These bangs keep covering the light. Push them out of the way. Falling back perfectly in place. Dont make me smile. I'll smile when Im ready. Accept this now as it comes. Calm, peace. Call it what you wish. Look in my eyes, what do you see...