Rosemary

Rosemary, careful, who is strong enough

To lug the burden of you love?

Is that why you run?

You hair whips the rogue wind

And a star crossed hope still clings to you chin.

Rosemary, careful, the heel of your shoe

It hits the bricked ground

So breathless, you sound

Your hair flies about as you run astray

Did they steal all your dreams

Is that why you run away?

A small town girl in your poppy stained frock

Grown in to a bright young girl with a frivolous golden mop

Of streaks of sun radiant as they fan your face

A blue eyed lover did he leave you stained?

Or did the Pastor turn you out?

Did you giggle, did you shout?

Or, did your faith crack someplace;

In the boulevard of your little town?

Rosemary, you run too fast,

To catch the train of life

Didn’t the pretty mayor’s son

Promise to take you for his wife?

Or did you daddy, he raised his voice

Or did you lose your own

When you grew into a woman

And a mirror you were shown?

Did the reflection outrage?

Or did you just get scared?

Did you hope to be a rebel?

Or a broad way star?

Rosemary, in your secret dream, did you runaway too far?

Too unsteady, but so surefooted

That you simply leave old comforts behind

Your voice of dissent got caught in your throat

But you readily gave up your old town hope

To catch the train of life

Rosemary, as you steal out in the dead of the night

To chase the crack of a dawn

Did you not love enough?

You hearth and your chubby mother’s immaculate skills

Or, were you victimized by wiles of a mutinous will?

Rosemary, castaway

Running like a runaway

Dressed in your best Sunday black

Won’t you look back?

Just once

Or is it too late

Are you just running away, or running away from a drab fate?

Were you a closet rebel, or just a golden girl?

Rosemary, be careful, you’re running away into the arms of an unknown world

But do you care or do you even wonder?

Rosemary, wide eyes struck with lusty hunger

To catch you last train out

Did you giggle, did you shout?

Rosemary, what confines you leave behind?

Dressed in your best Sunday black

Wont you just once look back?

Rosemary, I could steal that look on your face

Little wild runaway, never to come back home again.

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