Back Pocket Dreams

I claim no earthly title
Nor have need of such accolades
I’m just a girl with a dream
Tucked in the back pocket of her jeans

Don’t try to persuade me
You’ll never succeed
For no one but me
Has power over what I see

I’ve not come to rescue
I’ll not come to save
I’m only here to help you
Find your own way

Don’t look to the stars
Don’t look to your laws
Look to your heart
To distill every flaw

This mountain of self-discipline
The grave of desire
The freedom of non-attachment
Feeds a passionate fire

I’ll accept no expectations
Nor wear your denigrations
Enslaved by such nonsense
One becomes the funeral pyre

So keep your machinations
I’ll heed no contrivance
They hold no sway
And I’d just walk away

I claim no earthly title
Nor have need of such accolades
I’m just a girl with a dream
Tucked in the back pocket of her jeans

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