I don’t want an ending. But she,
starry-eyed sprang from her cradle,
and dove straight into her middle.
I wonder what will happen now.
Will it be everything she dreamed?
With every moment measured, she
feels the small line after cradle.
When she takes the eventual bow,
will it show everything she dreamed?
Even the impossible dreams?
It’s all hope and faith, but she
loves her days since the cradle
enchanted by the mystical middle.