The limits of her body require her brain
To help get her through each tiring day.
Learning how people tick mellows the pain
Reflecting on their ideas gives her the way.
To pass the time she plays a strategy game
Exploring other worlds lets her escape.
Being able to use "reset" lessens the shame
She might feel from destiny's cruel rape.
Her waking moments are like an hourglass
Counting the time until next she wakes.
Like a car running out of gas
She coasts through the night with less energy than it takes.
The cage of her life is always there
Restricting what she is able to do.
Certain things, she is painfully aware
Deny her attempts at life-fulfillment, too.