She dreamed, but not of this.
Powerless, she stood watching
how someone else took hold of her life
and coloured the roads for her.
Silent, she accepted someone else
standing there instead of her. Leading
her into a life she didn't want.
Finally, she stopped. Took a deep breath
and looked at what her life had
become - and she moaned of disbelief.
With two small words, as if taken
from a Poe poem, she regained control.
Unsecure and doubtful, she turned
her back to it all and walked away.
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