It was a satisfying snicker, One you could fear or smile at.
Most may remain that way, As a choice, To be picked.
Out in the distance, Lay a dream, One that flew with the wind, That put a pause to the actions every now and then.
A dream is a lie, A life lived could also be.
What then would you choose? What if you chose wrong?
Trickery and manipulations, Remain to entice you as sisters.
Staying clean from the houses, A demure at last.
Think not more, But rather in the fear of it.