She is the crazed girl
with the frozen smile,
who dances to the beat
of the rain pattering
on the rooftops over her head,
or to the tune of the song
playing inside her mind.
To the untrained eye
her smiling lips
might seem unmoving,
but if you watch her closely,
you could see them
slightly whispering.
Praying for the day
that her restless feet
might soon tire out,
from all of these prancing
and wandering about,
that soon she may find
the reason to hold still.
*** A tip of the hat to one of the poets I admire, Mr. W.B. Yeats. Just borrowing the title from one of his poems. ;)
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