she wishes she knew the answers
of the real truths and the plagued nuisances
of why things are jumbled and scattered in her head
refusing to settle, refusing to be straight
and thoughts are rampant
some bright, some dark and some neutral
and everytime for one moment when her breath hitches and stops
the world stops only to spin again.
She's coming home tonight
the normal way, by express like the speed of light
she's brought bags with her
brown and orange but you can't yet see
for they're chained to the shelves of her mind
and it'll be a minute before everything breaks free.
She's come home to rest
in a sheet of white and purity
darling darling please don't cry
yout tears, of diamonds, is not what she wants to keep
for her eternity...