Fickle

She is fickle She is fumbling

She is finding her way

Through the puzzles, through the crosswords

Through the thoughts in her brain

She always writes in pencil

Never permanent ink

She is fickle She is fumbling

She doesn't know what to think

She is careful She is cautious

She is catching her breath

Through the ropes, through the tangle

Of the knots in her head

She studies all the turns

Never rushes around

She is careful She is cautious

She never gets too tied down

And I love to watch her move

And I never know where she's going to

She is playful She is patient

She is placing her bets

On the hand she's been dealt

On the cards in her deck

She laughs at her chances

And she makes her bet small

She is playful She is patient

She knows she can't win them all

And I love to watch her move

And I never know where she's going to

She is fickle She is fumbling

She is finding her way

Through the puzzles, through the crosswords

Through the thoughts in her brain

She always writes in pencil

Never permanent ink

She is fickle She is fumbling

She doesn't know what to think