Her

Lonely lost
wondering
she treads alone.
Looking at all the people
all their dreams
all their realities
and hers?

She does not know where
courage came from for those
who are able to head straight on
decide, that�s it, that�s me.

She does not know what
rush there is need for
when a life time
is ahead for one to
discover, that�s it, that�s me

Lonely lost
wondering
others looking at her.
All her dreams
All her realities
Her own.