She was like a seasonal bird
She settled and made roots 
But she wouldn't let them grow 
She'd uproot her life
With all it's roots and move to
What she called greener pastures 
So when she didn't show 
They thought she was gone 
'To better things'
As she always said
Truth is, she was stuck 
She had gone too far unreachable
She had tested her limits and reached the edge
And no one was around to bring her back.