There she stands In the middle of a flowing world Like a leaf in the wind And she looks around To the center of a rushing crowd All the people go mad They just turn their heads To the deadlines & production needs Leaving her lost and alone So she walks the streets Unfamiliar with industrial sounds And the hovering machines It distorts her mind Her perception of reality Like a scene out of a dream On an empty stage In a constant morphing scenery She discovers herself flowing free