Watching her world go round
Her dreams cracking
Her image shatters
Her mind is racing
Her heart is falling apart
Watching her world go round
Her eyes are soaked
Her fears are becoming real
Her love becomes hate
Her body is a toy
Watching her world go round
Her time is wasted
Her thoughts become torn
Her head is cloudy
Her hands are shaking
Her world has stopped
Her dreams come true
Her image is beautiful
Her mind is calm
Her world has stopped
Her heart is healed
Her eyes are dry
Her fears are not real
Her body is hers
Her world has stopped
Her time is cherished
Her thoughts are to believe
Her head is clear
Her hands are held
She never thought
That her own head
Could be an illusion
October 25, 2006
