The Dream Catcher

Hers is the curse of a gypsy Sedentary but never at rest A wandering soul with planted feet She lies with the envy of clouds Catch up and follow, her mind taunts. Go and see what they see! Change your shape in an instant. Be who you wish to be. You need nothing in this life but essence, it's only found in something new GO! If you gather as much as you possibly can You will never lose your youth Yet daydreams are her only solace In a world that doesn't turn Still is the night, quiet is the day, nothing is her enemy .......and the faint sound of a train But you can catch up, her thoughts tease follow the roar and jump with all your might, there is adventure to be found. The meaning of your life is in question, do you enjoy staying tied down? With ropes the finest satin And a cage made of gold Hear it whistle between the bars, the voice of wind as it blows Sounding the sirens of somber redemption She listens to a choir of lost souls Still, she's the epitome of oxymoron a yearning all in vain What else could you call a drifter that is forever in the same place? Yes, she holds a raging spirit back but tell me, for how long? Once it escapes her body's defiance There is no chance of catching up