Light dances in her eyes.
Her laugh softly lingers
Slowly drifting high into the deep blue skies
She has her life on her fingers.

She wanders from town to town
Making brief meaningful connections
Traveling away from a wedding gown.
She lacks a sense of direction

She hardly thinks, she just does
acting on impulse without a second thought
she does not need a because
she doesn't want to be bought

She runs from herself
her shadow taller then her soul
she wants to put it on the shelf
so she can obtain her goal