Have you seen her?
With her tangled black locks and dark, dark eyes?
Lost her somewhere – don’t know where to look.
‘Searched behind those towering books and racks,
Loved to read – She told me that.
Nothing to be found.
Peeked into all the corners down
Those mysterious alleys,
Everything seemed to relate to her,
Yet no sign.
I hunted her, between friends and foes
And worldly woes – though she never belonged there-
Not a word.
Now as I sit back and think
I’ve nowhere else to look.
Didn’t know her that well,
I realize now,
Never let on much; that one.
Shook me in and out, she did
The last time I met her,
With her tangled hair wild, wide eyes bulging out
I lost my muse she said,
I don’t know where to start.
Words wont come to me she said,
My world’s falling apart.
Turned my back on the mirror,
Crazy much? I mocked
I looked back and she was gone,
Haven’t seen her since and my mind
Is kind of fogged.
I miss that twinkle, that wild joy;
I miss me.
And I have nowhere else to look.
This is about an individual in search of herself, she seems to have lost herself in the process of adapting to the world around her.