Attracted To Pretty Cloth
The poor girl is lost
Thinking she is found
Grasping other peoples answers
Straight lines going round and round
Light at end of tunnels
Leads her back to black
She can't keep moving forward
Without truly looking back
With butterfly wings
She flys like a moth
Attracted to pretty fabric
Instead of gold she looks for cloth
The wind seems to take her
From here to over there
Instead of finding her focus
She is the queen of everywhere
A can can dancer
With her two left feet
Exuberantly stepping
Yet completly off the beat
No one can help her
Her ears fully blocked
Sometimes people have their patterns
Within those lines they are locked
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
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