This path shown by others, she then stepped to go.
Quickly moving past them, if ever so slow.

She watched them all cave in, and fall in the mud.
Death won't approach those, with dragon fire blood.

Drudging much deeper, than any can go.
Only seeing daylight, by tipsiest of toe.

No one around her, with nothing to say.
Walking past people, that got in her way.

Once in a while, she'll climb up the side.
The taste of fresh air, has her worlds then collide.

Stumbling down further, knees on the floor.
Never once able, to pry open death's door.

This life digs in deeper, for those that won't die.
Giving them obstacles, right on the fly.

All she must feel through, from end to the start.
Knowing the pain of the world, is her part.