Reflections

There she sat on the window, of her high perch,

Staring at the ocean, wondering if it could be drown the darkness within her.

She looks at those tiny people,

running about doing daily chores,

and she wonders if someone, pulls her strings too,

like those puppets below.

She always believed she was different,

above the mundane being of life,

And when reality seeps in,

she stares in denial of her ordinary existence.

Her faith is moved,

for her questions have no answers,

The sense of right that came easily once,

seems too overrated today.

She always knew she had no luck,

she doesnt miss it all that much,

And still her foolish heart,

waits for that sign,

gazing at those million stars above,

that one may fall today,

and her wishes may just be life's correct answers.