1/3, 2/3, or 3/3

When she grows up, all she wants is to be free:

The way a breeze through her hair in spring can become a killer in a storm a day later.

A change of course driven purely by simple will.

That’s exactly what she wants to be.

The way a breeze through her hair in spring can become a killer in a storm a day later:

She finds it beautiful.

That’s exactly what she wants to be.

Free and beautiful.

She finds it beautiful:

The thought of a life of security and calm stability… but somehow lacking.

Free and beautiful.

That’s it; it’s hard to be as free or beautiful.

The thought of a life of security and calm stability… but somehow lacking:

Lacking, yes, but it appeals to her; perhaps she’s been too out of control this whole time.

That’s it; it’s hard to be as free or beautiful,

But solidity is key as well.

Lacking, yes, but it appeals to her; perhaps she’s been too out of control this whole time:

That’s what she says to herself. (to convince herself?)

But solidarity is key as well.

So what does she really want?

That’s what she says to herself (to convince herself?):

Solidarity is key, and freedom is the lock to beauty.

So what does she really want?

She’s not sure anymore.