Daunting Daughters

This place feels different somehow
Inside eight walls stretched long
Discourse of highness – Herbal attraction
Fell into my hands…
Daydreaming things that are sad

I ask myself, why?
Who am I questioning? Who?
There's no one in front of me

Just breathe the breath
Like a wind I couldn't find
Like a wind in winter's time

Daunting daughters we're trying to help
Anya Mama glacial
Such a sad face…
She's got such a sad face to see when she's sleeping