Her

Her She is a crazy girl, opposite of demure Who basks in her own ethereal light; A pastiche of memories and epiphanies, She is a melody of an unheard song. She lives a life outside of a shell, She sees the world as a wonderful place to dwell. Her voice joyful in the song she sings, Always finding unexpected delight in ordinary things. The people around her feel her love, Yet those that cross her will get the shove. The sagebrush-ridden land she currently walks, And with the wind, flies her wispy brown locks. Each day is at the brink of all possibilities; There are no confines when her thoughts reign. Her mind wanders past realities and regularities, And delves into the borderline mad and insane. She is a dream of mellifluous dreams, Setting her own path straight. And she dreams her own realities, Without lassitude restraint.