She hides behind a veil Plays to her muse a daily tale Do not try to predict her For she will not come undone She fears validity more than fiction Evolving through her newfound addiction It's how she gets by high And here I am, alone, in love with the mirage that is her vanishing existence A vision on the horizon of a sanctuary In this inferno, I reach for her and grasp but mere sand She slips through my hand A quenchless desire yet, I thirst to take her higher