girl outside my window.

Written: April 28th 2006.

she just
keeps walking
round and round the lamp post
keeps spinning
it's what she loves the most

isn't it tedious?
maybe it's all the fun she's ever known
but it can't be special
because she's all alone

she's in her long black dress
the sun is shining down
and nothing is distracting her
she just keeps on going round

but when i look back out my window
the wind's swept her away
she isn't there anymore
was she there anyway?

but i know i wouldn't mind being like her
content, distant, dancing ghost
i wouldn't mind looking forward to
a chance to dance around that post

and oh look
she's there again
back with her old best friend
i wonder how long he will entertain her this time
how long she'll spend

why does she enjoy it so?
i doubt i'll ever know.