She fell into a sacred puzzle of quantum possibilities 

Where every eye was another answer, she would unravel the spell

Down with dazzling daydreams, she clings to ideology

Her hair still short with memory, she erased her sin

Every day is a walk with death, a chant that never ends

Circles in the flower, she breaks symmetry in her walls

Victim of a perfect pattern, the puzzle never ends 

She lays the bricks that once threw at stonewall,

Never quite fitting in her hand, she drew her outline in the sand

Chalk footprints in a tattered spine, she screamed from inside her mind

Down with dazzling daydreams, she clings to ideology

Her hair still short with memory, she erased her sin

Every day is a walk with death, a chant that never ends

Circles in the flower, she breaks symmetry in her walls

Victim of a perfect pattern, the puzzle never ends 

Holding two flags but neither are hers, she feels so plain in the empty

Just a blonde girl running through a storm, dying her hair red again

She answers to a buzz in her phone,

The tug on her heart is always pure 

Down with dazzling daydreams, she clings to ideology

Her hair still short with memory, she erased her sin

Every day is a walk with death, a chant that never ends

Circles in the flower, she breaks symmetry in her walls

Victim of a perfect pattern, the puzzle never ends 

Widow at the stake, she imagines all her losses

She can’t remember the constructs that held her before

The rollator is on the road, she left the wheels behind

Always falling from her bones.