The picture is one I took on a trip across the Hudson. There was a girl posing. She had auburn highlights in her hair. The way the sun fell and the wind blew made them perfect arches flying in the air.
It's not a wicked world.
Just a world where,
to be beautiful,
they said "Her hair must be curled."
"Don't forget to add the auburn highlights!"
came the unanimous public voice.
Honestly they don't match her eyes.
They just add to the disguise.
for better or for worse,
listen to us,
as we tell you how to live your life.
She never listened though.
She'd rather sit in cars pushed under trees,
covered by the branches,
akin to paranoia,
hidden under green green leaves.
She'd rather fill her lungs
with the smoke of a well rolled spliff
than waste air,
to participate in pointless riff.
She'd rather taste the skin
of a man she silently loves
than drop her pants
for strangers she could never be proud of.
She'd rather be the one
to stop before the finish line,
just to let the next girl win.
Someone's gotta loose right?
She'd take that crash,
she'd take that burn.
With her, it will always be your turn.