She made a lucky choice of microdots and liquids.
She took so many trips of fear and of delight.
Her mind expanded to encompass universes,
Her style suggests that she indeed has seen the light.

Yet somewhere in her mind there is a shady corner
In which one fear resides and reigns, a fear untold:
The fear of life, of love, success and boring goodness,
The fear of doing well and then just getting old.

like a church hymn
C F    C C7
C Dm    G7
F Fm    C Am
Dm G7    C