Plagiarising

Somewhere over the rainbow,
I will find my sunshine.

Wishes, when put out
usually lead to fulfillment.

I try not to let them do that
I'll only end up wanting something new.

Paranoia only leads me to
retracting back
to spaces that may confine me
to wishes...

ahem!

Noise is pretty.

Chaos, supreme.

Movement in all this

is the peak of joy.

Tranquility

is screaming along.