Into the horizon she gazed
Amidst the chaotic crowd
Transported to eons away
As for answers she scoured.
Burdens of thought pervaded
Not a moment of respite
There are lives to be saved
Not a day of plain old trite.
Amid the race to cure
There’s the other side
Responsibilities to kinfolk
That she needed to abide.
She was bound for prominence
Mundane life tied her down
Though pale in comparisons
In banality, she started to drown.
Untethered should have soared
Instead against the currents swims
Life is nothing, if not strange
Upheavals are created in a whim.
A sort of a tribute ... you know who you are ...
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