Lazy dancer riding on the storm
going with the rhythm, removing her shoes
Shook her head and wiped her hands
Turned and left,never looked back.

Yesterday, Tomorrow, Today, who cares?
It’s all the same and nothing’s changed
stumbled along the pavement, scruffy shoes, greasy hair
she doesn’t care, the love isn’t there.
Everything she craves, longs for, adores is so far east the sun blinds her tired eyes.

Words can’t touch her, you can’t hurt her, thorns don’t scratch the surface – she likes to think she’ll find the answer, the end, the hope, the promise.