For the girl in the bus

She has colorful socks and hair

Half short, half long

In the swing of the bus

Closes her eyes

Sleeps and dreams

Or pretends to sleep

to pretend to dream?

Sees her self

In a Fellini train

Crossing an unknown

Village, a castle

Covered by a golden fog

She knows the journey ends

When she gets to her destiny

But she barely knows where to go

Only knows she wants to leave

This girl is more doubts than certainties

More ideas than beauties

But she’s more free than prisoner

More lilac than purple