Her mind is a map,

extending for miles.

She’s constantly lost in thought,

but never in direction.

Knowing exactly where she's been,

where she currently is,

and where she's going.

She’s made up of rusted nails,

sparkling glitter,

and VHS tapes.

Standing knee deep in textbooks

She picks up the one on Anatomy.

And is transported into a world

Of human dissection and unbelievable diseases

with lengthy names.

She may not know what happens after death,

or If there are any other worlds up in space,

but that’s what she thinks about

when she’s lost in her thoughts

Trying to find her way back.