THERE SHE GOES!

Beneath all the humor and self-deprecation
Lies a heart,
Who does not understand a thing about the world,
Has no clue where to start.

Yesterday is blurred,
Tomorrow, faint;
Today is a sketch,
She is at a loss how to paint…

She loves to hop,
She craves to twirl;
She sings her Own Song,
She is a dreamer, this girl !

She runs to catch
The Butterfly of Time,
Better sense prevails,
She lets it fly…

She runs like a squirrel,
She roars like a lion,
But, for every little decision,
She tosses a coin.

She cries when she is happy,
She smiles when she is lost;
Holds on to her whims and fancies,
For that is all she has got.

Technically snail paced,
With two left hands as a cook;
When you see her at a party,
Pray, she comes without a book.

She does what she does at her own pace and time
No fashions or fads can alter her “charm”,
The roads she takes are less travelled and wild,
And Deep inside her is a child embalmed.

She’ll shy away if you touch her,
For her, less is more, near is far;
If only you could hold her gaze for a moment,
She would embrace you the way you are … !