Did you just see her glide past
out into the wilderness, unto last
Did she break free, get answered,
walls insurmountable as it seemed
rupture in her shell of anxiety
reborn in this life of gaiety
was she? or is just a facade
perfectly tailored,this charade
to fool the world,as always
of peace within and chirpy days
Is there a way to unravel her thought
some eclectic plan,carefully wrought
For now we shall believe this stance
croon with her lovely times, take chance
and wait for the trump,the morning dew,
harping on the man who made this true.
