She stepped through the groaning door at the age of eleven
and peered into my hidden eyes
Introduced herself with with a twinge of pride
And on she went to the next handshake

She would bustle about for days and days
but could bring her highway of life to a standstill
Swirling her scattered emotions into a whirl of whip cream
And on she went wiping the cream from her lips

She smiled blissfully without any thought
of the marks the boulder strapped to her back was engraving
Occasionally beads would trickle down her cheek
But on she went flicking the dewdrops away

She looked about on the world, quietly observing
its faults, cracks and crevices
Sitting there in profound thought she conjured up so many ideas
And on she went marching through the trackless dirt

She would come to me with her joys and bubbling
with thousands and thousands of words to paint me her vision
My clouded eyes were almost on the shoreline to her picture
And on she went to the other side and patiently waited for my arrival

She wrote to me on the brink of midnight
On how successful my future was and what I had coming for me
But little did she know of her own jubilee waiting for her
So on she went, anxiously stepping into her opportunities

She came to me again, excitedly and curiously
A year older and a year of more wisdom we could only both wish for
Our eyes matched together on cloud nine
And on she went to tell me her dreams and passions


She gave me a message on what she had in mind
Her painting of a  refined world with smoother edges and a sparkling surface
I could see vividly with hope and spattered out words of encouragement
And on she went, hiking upwards en route to her goal

She would sometimes however, trip over her laces
and fall to the floor with the weights of her responsibilities
All I could do was send her a handkerchief to wipe away the dewdrops of her efforts
Still on she went right back up and continued onwards again

She was always this kind of girl; to question the insecurities of
those around her and do what she could to fix them
As she grew older, her caliber of people only grew and grew
And on she went, changing the problems of the cities around her

With all that, my dearest friend, there is no one I can possibly conjure of
That would do a better job than what you juggle on a daily basis
With the passion you have for the future, you can guarantee
that you will go wherever in this world with my applause

As you go on walking over your struggles and barriers
I will plaster up neon pink posters on the walls you sprint past
Constantly clapping for you with smiles and laughs
And on you will go, seeing blotches of pink as you rush past

Distance is nothing but an insignificant hurdle on our friendship
And no matter the 12 hour difference or the contrasting schedules running simultaneously
This will not be any burden to my perpetual support for you
And on you will go, proudly imprinting your thin signature all over the world