I don't know where it comes from, my poetic energy.
I don't know how it happens but the words just flow from me.
And my thoughts are all that I can see,
And my muse inspires me
And takes me away
To another day
When all my troubles were years away.
I lie in the green, green grass,
Sweetly reminiscing of my past.
But moments like these never last
I must return to the present
And hope I don't resent
All the happiness that's absent
Or all the things I've done
And what I've become:
So bitter and numb
To the real world, but I'm just a girl,
Lost in the twirl
And the winds that whirl
And swirl from simply being me.
And oh how I long to be free.