I am sort of a woman-child, my spirit when it chooses flows rapidly wild. I want to feel all the senses both inward and out. Pour through my complete being like a spout. To know me, then you would have to touch others. Otherwise, I can tend to be hidden under a cover. Wisdom games, my inner child likes to play. Are you sharp enough to find your way?? Through a maze fate will often lead us. May your path be smooth; just in case, be careful you could get cut. Boy you are slow...will you ever catch up?? Jump now!!! There could be a stump! I love to see people with that look of surprise. Not sure what to see in my eyes. Never know what I may do. My eeriness might just sneak up on you. Yes, I am a woman-child. My ways are more than just meek and mild. Most who remember...in an haunting way. No doubt in my mind I left them with a smile.