She looks way off, and starts to wonder
Why things are the way they are;
Why her long-held girlhood wishes
Never seemed to leave their star
Why the world has hidden price tags;
Why her beauty’s been a curse –
Drawing in the handsome jackals,
Or – at times – something much worse
Way off there. It has to be there.
Reasons why she feels so sad —
There must be a place, a haven,
Where this dull machine gone mad
That we call ‘the earth’ is healthy;
Free of anger, hate and care.
So she looks way off at – something;
Unless she’s way off –