The way she sees the world seems the way she reads
And all the letters become shuffled every season
And the world becomes a schizophrenic poetry
And her place is in the white space between the lines of it
As long as someone give her their fantasies
She'll not stay inclosed in her own melancholy
As she draw, the world is going through her guts
And as she scribes, it's no longer there
If she plunges into her own intimacy
Back to the drawning and makes it repugnant
Getting involved in a world of fantasy
All she needs to live here os guaranteed
Innocent child at playing
Absurdity into the shapes
Colors enchant the landscape
And the black will take her as a funny game
