Scam Artist. Abandoned on your day of reckoning. Lost and lonely not a new feeling for her. The law abides at its will. Spinning and drowning when will the hand rise and when will she take the help of another? Its greener on the other side; or so they may say... A consensus of a thousand screams. The fear and terror gets louder everyday. Now who is to hide? The maze continues but when will she find her way out. Lost and lonely as the child plays alone. In her party dress and ready for her dance. Amazed and shaken. So happy for this day. Her hair is perfect. Pictures in the grass with family and friends. She is growing up. But this is all a dream because this day has never happened.
Living in a dream, a movie sequence. She wants the happy ending. The fairy tale and wants it so bad she can taste it but it may never happen. She gets so close but is confused by a feeling, a mere moment of lust. It has taken her far but not far enough. The thrill wears off and she is left where she started at the beginning of the maze again. It gets harder and harder to not keep starting at the beginning and somewhat nerve wrecking. she may never know what she wants but she knows its not here. Maybe a guide should fill the space and time to send her and point her where she needs and should be because she may never know.
One more try. Here we go again. The ball keeps bouncing and she is running. It is in her sights. So red and luminous but not in her grasp. This mirror reflects more then you see. Its a showcase of.. Its so plain to see. But holding back has always been her enemy in life, in sport, in everything. ideals are a conflict. The tightest noose is the one you tie yourself. She is running out of rope at this point...
Living with these broken memories...
Dying at the cause of another. Creating the wrong reality and finding the beginning of something new.
Broken memories...
Final call.
Last train boards at 2. Will you be on it. I can already answer for her. And it is no. Not until she can give up the ghost and move onto the next train. If there is another.....
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