she's quirky and smirky. like a fresh cut dandline, always bitter. she's where silver linings go to die. like a tube of tooth paste on the floor, crestfallen. afoot and light-hearted i take to the open road. healthy, free, the world before me, the long brown path before me leading wherever i choose. the east and the west are mine. the north and the south are mine. all seems beautiful to me.