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Her mind is unsettled and her heart is weeping,
She knows not what her future brings.
She knows not what her past has taught.
Secretly she observes and ponders her beginnings,
"This life so short, this life of meaning."

"How is it I walk through life with daily tasks at hand?
"Tomorrow to the store." "Tomorrow with the band."
But how is it I feel so helpless,
I do nothing, feed no one, and go no where.
No where! I am no where."

Progress seems to be happening, change is on the scene,
"I am woman from this world!"
I am is desperate, I am needs freeing.
I am, is who she is not,
Scarred is what we see,
Confidence has left her, Beauty's fading dream.
"Strength's gone? It cannot be!
It cannot be, I AM, it cannot be!"

But then she will sleep, tomorrow anew.
A new sunrise, a new meal.
She will look different and feel more absolute-
"Nothing in this world is real,
Nothing in this world for free."