something about this wild girl scares me
in her eyes i cannot see
anything that even remotely
reminds me of me

and the mirror is quite smooth
reflective indeed
but this jacket and sulky pout
cannot possibly be suiting me

her curly head of curls
must equally be filled with dreams
but i shall never know
what she hopes for me

quite silent is she
(so silent and yet free)
but if she says not even a thing
then i suppose i shall have to let her be