Eyes -
Everywhere,
Hands -
Waiting..

She wanders absentmindedly,
She lights a cigarette in a cafe,
Concern rivets her to the ground and self
Her wings are clipped
A thousand fine bonds tie her to the Earth
In this headiness of freedom and discovery
Her spirit in an empty sky
Unique and sovereign..

She must
Find the world anew
Become a creator,
A free movement of transcendence.

Gypsy