Building castles in my head, I had always been a dreamer

I could make decisions during wishes, intense emotions and even dreams in fever

Leading with my body, my soul, and my heart

Subtlety and realism for me were simply never in the cards

I followed the arts, the humanistics and the cultures

Reasonable proprieties felt like being swept away by a big scary volture

Ambitions deemed unrealistic by the masses, I did not deter myself from love

Each and every person putting materialistics to the front, was someone I was somehow above

Then, someone who controlled the earth or the universe — or me, for that matter — prodded a pin into my life

Shaken, stirred and broken down, I had become the hermit’s wife

In the youngster’s economy, the heart shrunk as the costs grew

Neural connections on the forefront, the steering had to be thought through

Living only from desire was a privilege the modern women did not have

Hard work dulled the rosy dreams, an empty face replacing a laugh

As she grew older, having been on both sides, left and right were an equal gamble

Mind and heart, both took practice to handle

Despite the shaking like a bunny, she jumped over the lodge in the dark, once to the left, once to the right

The different directions seemed peaceful beside each other, and I realised they were never in a fight

The passions in my heart, became one with those in my mind

For my choices and my later hours I am satisfied