She will un-shuffle a bit
and disrobe herself to walk ahead,
Around her head is the Earth
and around her body is the life.
Wrapped in her ambition
un-solving at each splash.
The air pulls her a bit
and the gravity pulls her behind
But the waves are her life
riding on them she will go
out of her chained world
out of her engraved limits.
She will clutch the tattered clothes
and just the last, turn around for last,
glance a look and walk ahead
to the bottom of the ocean
A woman bound, but freedom is her life
flying as air and standing as the ocean
her heart will pound and swell
her tongue will lick her dry lips
and with a startle she will run to
catch the rain drops
and will melt in them to be free forever...