As her fingers thawed
In the first crack of sunlight
She couldn’t imagine
Being anywhere else but here
Planning her route was futile
Her burning soul always led her astray
North, South, East, West
There was no right or wrong way
All her belongings
In the van from 1992
Life is pumping through her veins
In the simplest way
The day warming her heart
And the night kissing her skin
She’s 93% stardust
With a soul made of flames
