Walkin' down a road
one I've known for long.
Try so hard to offload
ideas that constantly tag along.
I need to rest
so 'sit on a bench.
There's someone by a nest
exiting a bright white fence.
The She, o who is she?
nothing like I've ever seen.
That She, oh who is she?
Someone who I'd wanna be.
She walks with such grace
like a model on high heels.
Wind blowing on her pretty face,
imagine how soothing it feels.
Her dress looks all brand new
"quite wealthy," I assume.
That style seems refreshed
as does her perfume.
She could be a lawyer
or a great TV star?
Will she fly higher,
has she gone o far?
The She, o who is she?
Nothing like I'll ever see.
That She, oh who is she?
She is "the other me".






