She doesn't sit here
She's in too many places
She traces like the breeze of the morning
From here to where around about, mind out and around another life from
its home
Roaming always, whether with friend, foe, or alone
Seek your bliss, when the sun kisses your lips
Where the wind whips if you want it, or the air stands a tall pyre, if
you desire
Whither thou wilt go, know that following your heart leads those paths
wandering through groves
Back and back, up and down, agains and befores, the same as the same,
and then different
That it shows that following your happiness leads you
To befores, to agains, to opened and closed doors, to new days and
sunsets
But yet
Remember that your happiness is worth what you needed to get it

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 337 AF.