She hears a barking in the wind,

When the rhythm of the world became her music,

She was lost in a dream, hums in floorboards

Every sound became a turning point in the plot in her mind

She submitted like a goddess never should

A gift so holy can’t be taken advantage of

Paranoid day dreams that became prophecy 

A manifestation that turns in her aura 

Scared of each scream she let terror consume her

Frozen under a cell glass wall, always in motion

Inspired and mad, the ballerina spills

She was always a princess, she just forgot