I hang on with my fingernails to that dream... That intangible idea of happiness. Considering my options, I stand precariously on this ledge. The wind swaying me back and forth... I fade in and out of consciousness... Dreaming and awaking... I insanely hum a little tune... I smile brightly at the prospect of a new day... A new hope... I look over the horizon; watching the selfish clouds hold back the rain... I'll be OK... As soon as I decide to step inside...