I slip into my second skin
Deft brush strokes...

I have heard of this splendid room
Full of ancient hopes and dreams...

We stand
and stare...

...a spiders web
words spun together...

One day I looked into your eyes
and dived into an ocean of emotion...

Like every little girl
I dreamed of Prince Charming...

I am the
Puddle Monster...

Soaring high
swooping low...

I stand
as Janus...

You reach for me
I am here...

Within
Without...

There are no shiny medals
For these soldiers brave and true...