Six o'clock girl
escaping the shadows,
purples, pinks, vivid oranges
is the morning palette
the sky paints for her.
Six o'clock girl
escaping the dream world
back to the moment
when she awakens,
alone.
Six o'clock girl
falling into pattern,
lives for the now,
repetition contented.
Jazzy, flashy, musical moments,
lonely lola cherry cola, six o'clock girl
lives through the words,
mechanical action would be refusal;
disapproval of society's pretense.
Six o'clock girl is dizzy
from the spinning, fast paced world.
She makes her aura her own,
built from the soul.
Six o'clock girl agrees
that purpose is, in fact, purposeless,
but continues to live
in this six o'clock world. |