It was just a walk by, but my side eye caught a glance, Of my silken silouhette, dancing pirouette, broom in hand. From this angle, line of sight, Reflection mirrored in new light. These curves and these dimples, how they shined and glistened. Like the floors I’d been sweeping And the tubs I’d been scrubbing. […]
Swirling through time and multiple dimensions, this song reoccurs in all my life’s adventures.
Fry; the damage we do to ourselves.