If I could I would. Stop the discretion and strangle the dust with your innocence. Withholding songs for your own good. Try so hard that you fail and start selling real estate on the corner. Free enterprise fantasies. As a temple crumbles. Crumpled dreams. Severed segues. Create delight with separation anxiety. Little minds floating in large ponds. Save nothing for the onslaught. Repair indignity with crushed roses and a dejected stare. Instill stillness.