I Want...

I Want A Great Plain Like The Ones In Books The Ones Where I Run And Everyone Looks No One Knows Where I'm Going If They Want They'll Have To Read My Story The Troubles Of Life Will Flow Out Of Me Because In That Position There Is Nothing I See But In My Position The World Seems Dead Only When There Is Music In My Head The Story Of My Life Told Through Songs I Can't Help But Sing Along When It's Over My Heart Feels Light And Everything In Me Seems A Little......Bright The Aggressive Tensions In My Brain Helps Me Get That Ball Slain Serving, Spiking, Setting, Bumping Keeps Those Others Sighing, Jumping Anger Seizes Through The Air Because Of The Thoughts Of My Mental Impair But I Still Want A Great Plain Like The Ones In Books The Ones Where I Run And Everyone Looks No One Knows Where I'm Going Or Where I Came From But They'll Read My Story The Troubles Of Life Will Flow Out Of Me Because In That Position There Is Nothing I See