She knows she cannot fly.
The crowd has frozen still.
They're wishing she would try.
Spectators always bide their time
To witness one event
To talk about when life is dull,
One thing they'll recollect.
You feel so powerful, so strong
To be the master of the show
Although inside your dark you know
To this blank world she won't belong...
At least one thing you're sure about:
If she HAD wings, she'd fly away
From you and, cold and lumpy crowd.
No doubt.
She's gone already. Look around!..