She runs all night and drowns the pain
Forgetting her lifestyle that's so insane
Analyzed, scrutinized, she’s penalized and cauterized
For not fitting into society’s mould
And choosing to dwell in the merciless cold
Time passes slowly by the clock of despair
Lines and wrinkles and thinning hair
They’re consoling pets that share her regrets.
And if a magic wand could wash away the tears
Wash away the intrinsic fears
The years constrained in a cocoon
Would be worth the pains
Worth the prunes
To be transformed into a butterfly
Gracious and unfettered
Until it dies....