Kaipa

There she stands
In the middle of a flowing world
Like a leaf in the wind
And she looks around
To the center of a rushing crowd
All the people go mad

They just turn their heads
To the deadlines & production needs
Leaving her lost and alone

So she walks the streets
Unfamiliar with industrial sounds
And the hovering machines

It distorts her mind
Her perception of reality
Like a scene out of a dream

On an empty stage
In a constant morphing scenery
She discovers herself flowing free

Copyright Kaipa, 2005