Hear, HereHere she goes being honest with herself,
Having the courage to know when it is time to let go of folly,
Silly dreams she memorizes and speaks like the bird Polly,
The same stuff over and over like rotten cheese for ages on the shelf.
When does she make progress? When will she take a step?
Because she is currently standing still in her ignorance, the illusive schlep.
She is starting to see the light as the darkness finally closes in.
She can't breathe and needs to reach out to that dot of hope like a murderous sin.
Confined by indecision, too scared to face change, that speckle of light seems so horrible.
It feels like a severe transgression to not let go, leaving the darkness behind.
But she knows she must, her soul must surrender to being soluble.
In the living waters she sinks, committing the sin of a terrible kind.
Hear now what is the sin, here it is to leave the darkness...
To feed it with no more light, removing - to its cries - its compassionate Harkness...