She flees from real, rational thought
Afraid to be seen
Afraid to be caught;
Wrung of her ideas.
Her hopes of being unique,
dry and wither away.
A dark place with cars and smoke,
It is present day where she chokes.
It is her wish to be in her dream
A world with trees, and rivers, and beasts
It sounds superior to a place with chains and chemicals and sadness in every waking moment
In every hidden place
She has withered away by now.
Lost and unknown, but happier
Much happier than she could ever be.