She always sits next to a window or near the door
And stares outside with a daydream look on her face
Like a bird waiting to fly from a cage
Within her I see
A fire
a hurricane
a catalyst
She can't sit still
It's like her fingers itch to feel
And her body is always on the move
Perhaps a desire to be free
Sometimes I catch her smiling randomly
And she makes me want to read her mind
To be apart of that something so beautiful that shines on the outside