In spite of the life I am forced to live, I. . . . .

Breathing hard, gasping for air because of. . . .
Heart beating fast, and faster, and faster still, because of. . . .
Depressions lifting, dispersing, fading, because of. . . .
Smiling a little, or a little more, or a lot, because of. . . .
Wondering some, and more, and then more, because of. . . .
Fantasizing, starting slowly, gaining momentum, because of. . . .
Lost in a world of swirling daydreams and better night dreams,
and none of them will come true, even though. . . .
But I greatly anticipate it all starting up again, because. . . .