You leave with the tide

Some things have lost their meaning

Happy Halloween

I was in the winter of my life

The men I met along the road were my only summer

 At night I fell asleep with visions of myself

 Dancing and laughing and crying with them 

Three years down the line of being 

On an endless road tour 

And my memories of them 

Were the only thing that sustained me

 And my only real happy times

I was a singer, not a very popular one

I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet

 But upon an unfortunate series of events

 Saw those dreams dashed and divided 

Like a million stars in the night sky

 That I wished on over and over again 

Sparkling and broken

  But I didn’t really mind because I knew 

That it takes everything you ever wanted, 

And then losing it to know what true freedom is

 When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing

 How I had been living 

They asked me “why?”

 But there’s no use in talking to people that have a home

 They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people For a home to be wherever you lie your head

 I was always an unusual girl

 My mother told me I had a chameleon soul

 No moral compass pointing due north

No fixed personality

 Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean

 And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way

 I’d be lying

Because I was born to be the other woman

 Who belonged to no one

Who belonged to everyone

 Who had nothing

 Who wanted everything

 With a fire for every experience 

And an obsession for freedom

 That terrified me to the point 

That I couldn’t even talk about 

And pushed me to an nomadic point of madness 

That both dazzled and dizzied me.