When I come to my senses I might see things your way.
Why should I?
I like things just the way they are.
Walking on the cobblestone path, I watch everyone pass me on their way to work.
Why work?
Why live a life enslaved by your own technologies?
I am a woman. Does this make me weak?
Certainly not.
I am powerful. Does this make me strange?
Probably, to you.
It's a good thing I don't care what you think.
