One of These Kids Is Doing Her Own Thing

When her lucid heart
Was finally in tune,
She threw her fears away
And went tap dancing on the moon.

It seemed so strange, so odd
The gathered crowd would say
And so they fumed, and gasped and yelled.
To see her act this curious way.

Perhaps theirs were the hearts
So sadly out of tune, so wrong
Turning possibility away,
Afraid of the lure of a siren's song.

And so while they so righteously
March lockstep to convention's tune,
She's listening to her own sweet song
And still tap-dances on the moon.