| To be |
| I cannot imagine Who I am and long to be Certainly not that quiet one Silent unless spoken to Maybe the other The one who likes to laugh aloud Smiling at the puffy clouds Two beings it seems Solemn and joyful Yet another looms inside Likes to tease Longs to touch The wicked one Dominent to the others Causes wantoness Longing Wild urges But the others hold her back With the last ounce of their strength Keeping her from revealing her true nature |