Come on, give me a break. From what, you ask? Well, for starters, from reality! That means a break from earth, a break from the sun and stars and moon, a break from humanity, a break from machines and trees and the sea and sky. Yes, even a break from you. Don't get it? well then forget it. Just gimme a pencil and some paper; I'll make that break myself. Now, bye... I shall write myself a story / where upon the midnight hour / down upon me stars do shower / and as I dance in rain of glory / learn I will a brand new story / while terrifying gets the tale / the rain of glory turns to hail / and when it is gone, the break / back to reality i come and make / myself another story.