The distracted world we live in
Is ever so fast paced
Going through the ceaseless motions
She performs them, yet with grace
In the midst of the moment
She catches herself in a thought
Who am I to be dreaming?
Where am I to be brought?
Suddenly, the infinite span of time slows down
This dangerously vast world she sees as one
Facing her captor in the eye of the gun
Now, it is she wearing the crown
Breaking from society’s stronghold
Easy outlets always a temptation
She fights the prisoner in her mind
Everything can change, in time
Monotony is no longer an option
The world as a dictator has been forgotten
She bravely endures what is to come
For she alone, holds the torch to the sun
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