Oh my she sighs,
Shaking and questionable,
She gazes down,
and everything goes black.
Head spinning,
and no longer smiling,
Her feet give way,
and she's down for the count.
Counting seconds,
and placing bets,
Woa, this isn't me,
and who the hell are you,
O.K. back to reality,
she remembers somewhere
between then and now,
but doesn't remember the how.
It's ironic how we must commit to the now,
Holding on to the truth and security of the future,
Moving along, without a sound,
A new sense of belonging,
Checking out and she's gone.
No holding on, it's not hers,
Give yourself a bit,
However it's no cure.
Idle, standing by,
she let's out another sigh,
Staring up, she is hit,
and yet she doesn't even glance.
