She opened her eyes
Staring in the ceilling of solitude
No jobs, No bills
Waiting for the time to come
But will it ever?
She does her bath
And attended her gyms
Eats in the cafeteria
Of the misdemeanors
She has the hand of Hermes
Good for pickpocketing and handicrafts
In her other time she has
A shadow she becomes doing tricks and trades
Pro you can say in cards, she had a lot of time to practice
Just like that her youth wasted
An act of atrocity
Leading to an ended road
She sure has a lot of time
But yet running out of
Only what she can do now is remorse
She has freedom
But yet leashed
Only what she can do now is behave
Sometimes
A freedom inside is not a freedom outside
Only then you realize what value freedom has
When you dont possess it