Renee’s dreams were as fast as they come

A black hole hovers over her head

Her hands were tied

To the tiers of the piling memories

And wind races through

Till the rain blows behind

Feel the force of the girls who are racing to stand up

Find their intention is stretching for something to prove

Everyone is watching from under an influence

Almost catching a glimpse

Of what she’ll make them believe

The soundtrack goes

and strings unwind

As I ride past my neighbor’s yard

Leads me to the lines our parents drew

Down where we expected to set the whistles off

You’ll find me tracing them a few times more

Renee’s dreams still as fast as they come

The black hole hovers over her head

Ties her own hands

To the tiers of piling memories

If the wind races through

She’ll leave the rain behind