The Gypsy Pirate

When no realm feels your own, no space to claim,
Your heart becomes a gypsy, you forget your own name.
And then you decide to carry your baggage everywhere.
Wherever you set your creative hand, becomes you lair.
It's as if you become an indestructible force,
A nomad, a wanderer of free will none can coerce.
Whichever dungeon they ensnare you in
You paint the walls - your expression against the dungeon!
"Make each day count." I adopt the slogan.
"I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper." said Jack Dawson.
What displeases your sight,
You paint your own rainbow.
When cold shoulders greet you,
Create your own show!
There's no question of a comfort zone anymore
Because a gypsy sacrifices norms of personal score.
She walks all forms of prairies that rise
Knows no friends, no emotional ties.
The going cannot go any tougher
Because she sails like a pirate through toughest water.
All doubts, fears, and knots can be undone
For a nomad's heart will listen to no reason.
Her story will be her own, independant
Of time and tide and bound to no commitment.
Each day will rise like a celebration
Of a personal victory, a self-commemoration.
Because she's seen the winds of this desert storm
And she's her own oasis,
It's how she was born!