Silly sanctimonious girl,
what is it that you dream about?
Buoying boats to take you far from the shore,
across oceans you once thought too perilous to cross?

What do you have to show, at the end of the day,
when you lay yourself down to rest?

A fickle heart,
laden with time bombs,

You create quiet wars within yourself,
Not realizing that the peace you search for,

is just a deep breath away.