If you see her walking down the street
You might miss her
She moves with the wind
Iridescent, almost floating off her feet
She prays to the moon
Waiting for a sign to come in
Easy-going she is
Intricate patterns
Occupy her mind
Breathing in the smoke and fire of the night
But she's run out of time
She still listens, even with head in the clouds
Hard to know if she'll ever come back down
Drinking sunshine and bathing in the storm
May be be strange to you
But its all she's ever known
Close to madness she is
The people say
She's nearly lost her mind
Crazed and lost in mist
Did she ever exist?
Or is she just a creation of design?