36 Inches
You look at me with eyes full of wondering
Ask me half kiddingly but completely aware
What happened to the girl You thought You knew
Where did she go, she who had everything
From idealistic naivety to the belief in the possibilities
Who, just like water ripples, grazed the waterlilies of optimism
And their flowers of visions, white as snow
Always joyful and happy if she was laughed at
I was the fool in Your life
A perfect toy
Beautifully crafted, of the highest quality
And the innocent changing of a chameleon
You could laugh at my back and not fear revenge
But in stead You stepped on me
And destroyed the facade it had taken years to build
As the dust settled by the smoking ruin
Was nothing but a faint shimmer left of the glorious past
Destructive seclusion
With a faded sign "Sorry, we're CLOSED"
Hanging in the shop of the mind behind the dusty windows
Where even the perpetual waterfall has dried out
And You don't understand - ask once again what has happened to me
But I am not me
Not anymore
And I look up and shout
Can't You see it?
She is dead.
DEAD!
This is what happens when the Earth turns flatter
