MINDGAMES

Through the dark corridors of my mind I see a little girl yearning to be free
To reinvent herself in her own image, to create and generate her own rewards;

And it sickens me to recognize the futility of her exercise in total nothingness;

She is not ready, this little girl, for the challenge at hand
And spends too much time fighting windmills;

No one told her she had a choice and perhaps
That is why she lives in her own denial;

Through the dark corridors of my mind I call out to her
In hope of cheating sanity;

Which has only served to undermine her worthiness and placed her initiative
In a box hermetically sealed;

Little girls with padlocked minds grow up to be a valuable
Part of society, unfortunately;

Who will be there to protect her when she finally strikes back
And becomes the next frances farmer?