Today I sat in my room wondering at the screen,
all my ideas about what i should write, images as real as dreams...
It didn't matter to me they were false because now I would make them true,
In a world where anything goes what limitations have you?
Sure there are rules and standards to obey,
but when we hear most of the news: 'OH MY GOD' more than often is the very thought we might say...
Of course everyones different and then the rules don't apply I mess up 'end ' and 'the' sense