The world is too heavy. Too big for my shoulders. Come take the weight off me now. Thousands of answers to one simple question. Lost in the playground, late night nostalgia. Please open the sky for me now. Friends round the fire outside in December. Credits roll over the edge of horizons that I have not discovered yet. I am like a kid who won't just let it go. Twisting and turning the colours in rows. I am so intent to find out what it is. This is my Rubik's cube, I know I can figure it out.