Inventing The Great Wide Open

Before the little girl, lay five outfits
Pretending to pretend is acceptable
A princess, doctor and mommy are as simple as putting on an outfit, as long as she commits
Anything is possible and detectable

Today five outfits wait, but only one truly fits, as much as she hates to admit
Her image is just perceptible
Synthetic still shows the nervous sweat trying to hide beneath her armpits
Today she chooses the usual and comfortable, even she isn't sure beyond being respectable
She looks back, but leaving four what-ifs is fine, she can pick with time if time permits

Five years later, one heavily worn, same four outfits hang in the closet, with no walking around time, stitched regrettable
The image still exits when she slides them on, not yet misfits

Ten years later, naked, five outfits before her, a couple more inherited, hard to choose with more collectibles
Now seen as lines in society used to divide and split
Pretending is unacceptable
When they can open doors, elevate power, seduce and remit

Twenty years later, five outfits before her, she's helped into one, unconcerned with what it says or omits
Still holding on to two she can't part with, looking for ways to make them adaptable
To who she hoped she always was and  befits
Styles, colors and meanings only she finds contestable

Death forces the best visionaries to submit
Before the frail woman lay five outfits, questioning would any have been less forgettable? looking at her five outfits, could she ever be as unforgettable?





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