A narrative poem, based on a book I want to write someday. About a girl chasing her dream. |
A little girl, under the sea A little girl, reading is she About a strange thing that she started to love It’s called the sky and it’s up above “Nonsense”, says mother, “the sky is just fiction” “Now be a good girl and forget your addiction” Now a young woman, under the sea This brave young woman, determined is she To prove that her mother told her a lie She wants it, she’ll do it, she will see the sky She sneaks into the robot, she starts to escape They did try to catch her, but it’s already too late She swims in this beast of clockwork and copper That sure isn’t ladylike, it sure isn’t proper She swims and she swims until she’s outrun her foes Then she pulls the lever and up, up she goes The way seems so long, the swim like a fight But she swims and she swims and – she sees a light She’s breaking through something – the surface, it’s called? And her swimming upwards comes to a halt A bright, so bright light, she sees way, way up high It’s hanging right there, right in the…sky? She made it! She did it! She’s glad – but perplexed She has followed her dream, so…now, what comes next? She’s swimming a bit ‘round the blue waters, and… Then, there she sees it! She thinks it’s called land? Her mech climbs out of the water and onto the shore. The sky is incredible, and now there is more? She’s walking through the forest, with her hulking machine There, she finds things she had never seen! There’s plants and some animals she never knew! Then, she hears voices, and they belong to Two men on a clearance, in front of a ship One’s young, one is old, with his hand on his hip They seem to be arguing, in quite a stir But then, the two stop and they look at her |