shot out of cannon in D Major

Lights.....flickers......sadness.....glossy brain. I want to be left alone, but there's so much around me. I want to be touched, but not right now. I had a good laugh over the weekend tearing down a wall with my brother in my mother's garage, but it's a fleeting moment and then I run away again. Food & fun, but nothing really deep. FLickering....candlelight. Tears that won't come out; a yawn that holds them in, pushes them out around the rim of my half closed eyes. Blink. Are we really all made of stars as Moby would recite?