All This Hoping For Nothing-or Someone-that's Maybe

When I Was A Teenager, The Number One Book I Was Most Obsessed With Was 'gone With The Wind.

How Come Princesses Always Have Some Huge Flaw That Can Cause Their Downfall?

Prayer Or Not, I Want To Believe That, Despite All Evidence To The Contrary, It Is Possible For Anyone To Find That One Special Person. That Person To Spend Christmas With Or Grow Old With Or Just To Take A Nice Silly Walk In Central Park With. Somebody Who Wouldn't Judge Another For The Prepositions They Dangle, Or Their Run-on Sentences, And Who In Turn Wouldn't Be Judged For The Snobbery Of Their Language Etymology Inclinations.

I Am Stronger Than Words And I Am Bigger Than The Box I'm In, And Then I See Her In The Crowd And I Fall Apart -i Am Listening And I Am Listening Because What I'm Playing Isn't Something I'm Thinking About, It's Something I'm Feeling All Over.

Cinderella Was Such A Dork. She Left Behind Her Glass Slipper At The Ball And Then Went Right Back To Her Step-monster's House. It Seems To Me She Should Have Worn The Glass Slipper Always, To Make Herself Easier To Find. I Always Hoped That After The Prince Found Cinderella And They Rode Away In Their Magnificent Carriage, After A Few Miles She Turned To Him And Said, "could You Drop Me Off Down The Road Please? Now That I've Finally Escaped My Life Of Horrific Abuse, I'd Like To See Something Of The World, You Know?... I'll Catch Back Up With You Later, Prince, Once I've Found My Own Way.