Energy

Here's a story, once again
Of a girl too grand for the life she lived

She was a butterfly

A Southern Belle, as they said

But the mundane life in her speck of a town

Sanded her smile down to the grains of dust

That rested for centuries on dry ground

Exhausted by the familiarity

She spent her days staring past the safety

Of the bars of her gilded cage

She wasn't a dreamer
She believed in what she could touch

But she fell in love

With the patch of sky just beyond the horizon

No one seemed to understand 

Eighteen was no different than seventeen

Or sixteen for that fact

She wondered how long she would remain unchanged

If she could freeze time, an ironic notion, really

The only thing she would do 

Is run as far as she possibly could with outstretched arms

Simply to feel the grass underneath her feet

And the wind in her hair
She longs for the rain
To wipe away her tears and wash away the exhaustion
To work its magic on the Earth
So that she, too, could feel alive again 

Because anything that moves is better than nothing at all