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.
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