she was crazy that way,
with her fingers forever crossed,
praying on first stars.
told me she'd make it big
while i thought i saw her chances blow away in the wind
like the eyelashes and dandelions
she wished on with her whole heart.

but dandelions reach further than my mind can,
they plant seeds in the autumn grass,
and every year they multiply.
the hopes of success increase so much more
than any pessimism could ever grow -
because she was crazy enough to know
and i was crazy enough not to believe.