Fog drifts throughout her mind
Reaching, climbing, fighting for water
Rose's leaves curling and twisting round and round
A misty touch shatters her sleeps
Day by day, month by month, year by year
Glass breaks her boundaries
Ever so close now, nearly there...

The tensity dawdles slowly, builds up
Creates a thin line between life and reality
Until a gentle noise is heard...

"Drop, drop drop..."