In a pause, to remember my life, It seems such a crazy jumble of nothing Headed inexplicably toward what must be something. And the daydreams -- those glances of light -- Are my hope of what Joy might be when it finally finishes resting. "I've had my heart broken until now," I say to that far-away girl of my dreams, "Do you know what it'll take to fix it?" "No, what?", she says, Her eyes alive with the future. "Oh, nothing," I say, "Just that you're there to see me through it."