never say never when saying never will i ever never say home was never a place my thoughts in this story is an idea of what could have been an idea of what was an idea of what is this story in which i am i and you are you and i am you and you are i and we are dancing in this play but this play is not a story and i am still dancing through this carnival is the world a carnival of vibrant stories all told all held all true these frightful, delightful stories my world is a story hold the legends of yearning to be more than a yarn and my imagination is a building this building is a home this home has so many stories each more true and less real than the passion i hold for this, my story is mine in all the ways it cries in all the ways it dies in all the ways it thrives this world is a raucous of voices all crying for a meaning less real than the pain they feel for these stories hold us and whisper sweet nothings for nothing is sweet and shines with the light of yesterday’s glories and dies with the echo of tomorrow’s flight or was it fight for the right to perish into a wilder everything is spinning now and i am at the center of this ferris wheel, my thoughts the carriages in which we caress each fearful night we pray for such swift return to a spinning right for i am dizzy with the momentum of an honest plight i am dizzy with the momentum of an honest plight but this is not a tale of justice but of capering along the spine of what might have been a wilder dream but will only ever be a world, desperate and bored, vile and bodacious, bursting with sweet treats and dripping with the notion of never say never for when we say never we never truly hope for anthing but always and forever.