Getting through the senseless day,
Making a run for the door,
Paving her own path way,
Her peace finds the shore.
Her dress rolling with the wind.
Glass half way from the brim,
Places on a map she had pinned,
Body so beautifully slim.
Sleepless nights and erratic flights,
Chasing after her dreams,
The path was lead to many a height,
But never forgetting the quiet stream.