It is I who still waits
For opportunity and maybe,
For the moment
That would let the world spin
Into another backtrack.
You see, our futures are big reverses
And so do our lives which are
Remixes of a handful of old musical hits.
You know that I am always your disco girl,
Ready to dance to any tune that you’ll sing.
Ready to tatter my goody-good shoes.
Ready to strip my armor
Only to be your riding hood
Who’s willing to be fooled
Thrice for a jar of cookies.
But you’re smart enough for always leaving me in Hamelin.
And I continue as a cripple in my mental world,
Making broken watches that someday
Would reverse the fall.