The smashing of the heart as it hits the rocks below and where do dreams go when the tears begin and then we're back to Faust or Freud, either tragic or annoyed that we are in a play, but yesterday we were the script, the words upon the bodies stripped and what fun until the sun went down, the curtain fell, the ice-cream seller gone only lollypop sticks stuck to the floor and we don't belong here anymore.