Listen well, I want to tell you a story
Of a girl who wanted to be someone else
She dreamed, she thought, she tried acting
At the end of each day she'd lie down
Whispering to her ceiling she'd cry
"Why?" Whispering she'd recite words
Teleporting her mind away
Emotions would melt away, peace would fill her
The next day she would work to gain knowledge
Striving for inner or outer serenity
Knowing one day, when Death would come calling
That she was one with her new self