of her own confrontation, in relations to the
upsets of moral motivation.
Clueless is she to the law of lifes nominations
in her search for the right denominations.
Others denounce her will...Always trying to steal..a deal. Yet, actions of her kind will one day get her killed.
Greed is the scene of ones own being.
Pressing the issue's of wanting and needing a certain kind of bling.
Clink-Clink...sounds of a big steel door,
with shackles dragging to the floor, so sore
from leaving the bricks for the upcoming
war.
The war is near no end.
She reflects back knowing she has no other
friend. Yet, not trying to bend.
Fighting a battle she can not win.
She's holding a lost key, trying to unlock the
door of reflection she knows as SHE.
« return.