They say that girl is a rocket...

What goes on it the guts of a rocket?
Seems like life from an unknown source
An enigmatic creature attractive and random
Can’t be controlled by feather of force

Why do I run there what could it be
It can’t be moulded, misshapen and unfolded
So stubborn enough to get myself hurt
But pain is learning and I have a yearning


To skip along feeling, strong looking like nothings wrong
‘cause life’s a breeze, to be enjoyed with ease
and get in the way of things, exposed to happenings
I’ve lost my train, tripped over my words