While looking back she sees 
the future as a game
Planned.
Staying in touch with her soul
is like wishing upon the fallen star
from yesterday's unknown galaxy.
A listening ear so far removed
that only God knows of her will
to overcome another's 
intimate imagination.
Relying on dreams,
recalling whispered sweet nothings-
she eludes the street called Strait
and Sheol draws nearer.