Attempting a piroutte with a ball and chain strapped to her leg. And the waving flag tugs against the wind waving slowly like a ship’s sails the ocean.
Laid down by good intentions.
She saw straight away that the lay was steep. But she fell for it as easy as falling asleep. No amount of talking is going to soften the fall. It's the tilt of her will that will determine the call.
Although even the road to hell is paved with good intentions..
When she says “it’s my heart, not me, who cannot drive”, it’s actually her lover driving the vehicle.
And when she finally yells, she yells at the sky, both for the beautiful scenery, but also for what she’s feeling.
Yet she does not mean to shout!
Just drive! Just get us out, dead or alive..