Once she was
(The overwhelming confusion)
A child lost on the boardwalk
Now some days she feels
In every way a ferris wheel.
Same highs, same lows
Same fears even though
She always knows
The creaking ceases
The swinging doesn’t kill her
And the man pulls the break.
Knowing herself to be green
She finds she is a foolish thing
And embroiled in a vicious civil war with herself
Neither side has any artillery worth noting.
So when given the chance she danced with the snake
And it coiled cool and trusting ‘round her wrist.
And when given the chance she will lay it all down
And bare her breast to weightlessness.