May it be

An evening star

Shines down

Upon you

May it be

When darkness falls

Your heart

Will be true

You walk along a road

Oh how far you are from home

Mornië utúlië

Believe and you

Will find your way

Mornië alantië

A promise lives

Within you now

May it be

The shadow's call

Will fly away

May it be

A journey on

To light the day

When the night is all gone

You may rise

To find the sun

Mornië utúlië

Believe and you

Will find your way

Mornië alantië

A promise lives

Within you now

A promise lives

Within you now...

--Enya 'May It Be.'

I wish I could stay like this forever, with my brain firmly sandwiched between sheets of music and my dearest friends. I wish I could lock and barricade my room, sit on the balcony in my comfortable, over-large sweatshirt with a cup of coffee and serenade to the moon.

I wish I could stay slumped here for the rest of my life, like a shirt that has been coveted for many years, listening to the wonderful, etheral being called music whisper sweet nothings into my ear. I wish I could forget everything and spend the rest of my life busking on the streets.

To hell with the corporate world and the 5Cs. There's so much more to life than just work, work, and more work. Why doesn't anyone realise this? There are hidden pieces of music everywhere you look. I wish I could just turn my back on school and the rest of this noisy, polluting world, and alienate myself on purpose. I want to spend my life; not doing work, but strolling through woods that no one has found, with mountains as neighbours and my violin and the odd friend for company.

Forget passports and identification cards; they have so little meaning. All they represent is your country of birth, but your heart can be anywhere it likes, anywhere that takes its fancy.

I want to wrap myself in this warm, well-worn and comforting cloak that is music, and spend the rest of my days weaving a web of music for myself....

If only I could....

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