scrawled upon the walls in act of sheer brilliance.
And on the side, she drew teddybears,
the ones that, from her dreams, escape.
Ignoring her child-like apperance,
it was mearly a process of side stepping.
As she prolonged the years, it's side stepping.
While everything falls back into words,
she looks into the mirror to see her child-like apperance,
let's call it an act of sheer brilliance.
What she saw made no effort to escape,
for what she saw was her childhood teddybears.
And she saw nothing but her childhood teddybears,
she could no longer handle the side stepping,
she was learning she could no longer find a way to escape.
Everything was now becoming a new string of words,
this was God's act of sheer brilliance
and in the teddy bears shone his apperance.
Evaporated, scattered became her child-like apperance,
and if you could hear the laughter from the teddybears,
this was their mind game of sheer brilliance.
This was a way to end the horrible dance of side stepping,
to show in actions instead of crayoned words.
The roles were reversed, now she couldn't escape.
She was the one now who couldn't escape,
all that was left was her child-like apperance.
And written on the mirror with coral lipstick was words.
"And now speaking is us teddybears.
There will be no more of this side stepping,
this is just a nightmare of sheer brilliance.
We granted you a nightmare of sheer brilliance.
We warned you about avoiding your child-like apperance.
There was no point in this wicked side stepping,
for we used to be your favorite teddybears,
until you no longer could write crayoned words."