transcending this cocoon of flesh all the trappings of walkway icons gilded like the ****** Marys of Constantinople without the divinity of virtue where is zen in this jungle of glass and steel time in a bottle leaking out with a faulty seal. when will the turn of the wheel bring happiness instead of the wet blanket of sorrow following a path down by the River of Tears watching the Lily Maid drift by wondering where is my dress and veil in the cards of the gypsy will I ever reach Shangra La
(This is about trying to escape our culture's rigid ideas of beauty and worthiness, while waiting to find the person you'll marry and wondering if they'll ever come.)