A break from reality
Suspended amongst the clouds
Clueless
Oblivious from the events of yesterday
Not a woman, no longer a girl
What’s done can not be undone,
What was said can not be unheard
What’s tainted can not be scrubbed clean
A persecution of naive ideals
Replaced with a conditioned set of rules
For existing in this new time and place
A front row seat from inside the madness.
