Somewhere Else

She's always somewhere else.
She doesn't want to stay put.
She wants to go outside.
She wants to go explore.
The world is hers,
and she's claiming it.
The world is there,
not tucked up in here.
She's always somewhere else.
She doesn't want to rest.
She wants to go skating.
She wants to go dancing.
The world is hers,
and she's claiming it.
The world is there,
not tucked up in here.
She's always somewhere else.
 

Rovva

QC

YWP Alumni

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