She chose to walk a different path
Though others wondered why
Refused to look behind her
Kept her eyes up towards the sky
She chose to stand selectively
No need for earthly things
Saw those for what they really were
Nothing but puppet strings
She pitied every mushroom
For it would never be a tree
And as she longed for more than what she was
Up rose an inward tyranny
The stars, they say, stood witness
But the moon refused to tell
Of how this girl stood free of strings
And let go of all she held
Some saw her rise the sun for them
Some a spec to greet the dawn
But all those within the latter
Awoke one day to find her gone.
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