The distant call was from her inner self
Of right and wrong together oh well
Both felt right and both seemed wrong
Both were weak and both were strong
Those mountains and that cliff
Of they together in highs and riff
And these times of togetherness
Of a strange connection yet some barrenness
Of running from and a little first step
Of cosmic trance and a cozy wrap
Of thinks problematic and situations unacceptable
Of emotional intensity and sensational fables
She tried hard to sought them out together
But only solution was to stabber
She was not dishonest she knew it
But the dishonesty in her head was not fit
There were some huge dark holes for sure
Else she wouldn’t ever have gone for any cure
But steps taken were injurious
To others and she – all furious
She was in a fit and she had to do something
She only she knew the entire thing
But wherever she went, whatever she chose
Everything seemed an optional choice
There was no sure shot one way
There was no one final stay
She had to keep on making choices she realized
That made her feel lonely and surprised
And yet she was strangely free
To be what she never wanted to be
And yet that was she
Illegal but free.
