Thorns running through bushes Can never change this fable. Nothing in the core atmosphere Can ever move that table. We wander around so diligently Though we never see a thing. Life doesn't enrich the plan For some it's really just a game. I see her walking here and there Getting so much done I wonder if there is a thread in that Where she ever has any fun? There are moments in her existence Where she really wants to try. I wonder though if she ever thinks That maybe she cannot fly? Life started hard for her Taking a toll on a child's mind Tears ignored and beating ensued Now all are surprised at what they find. If she knew the breath she took today Would finally her last, Would she take in earnest Without thinking of the past?