With her head up high in wispy clouds
And her nose inside a favorite book,
Hunter hardly fits in with the crowds...
Her mind soars above them, just to look.
To look out on the masses of beings
That don't know where their hearts lead them,
Don't see their own glass ceilings.
Some people are different though,
And cling not to bitterness or woe,
But take flight at the thought
Of an adventure, some new land
Some people are like Hunter
And always yearn for more.
(Written for Dreamy_Hunter by Footfall_of_Kyoshi.)