Bohemian Rhapsody

The gypsy-woman travels on

Stealing memories from

One life to another

Old year to new

Past to present

Yesterday to now

Taking along with her

Shards of illusions

Intact and broken

Both by accident

And by choice

The gypsy-woman travels on

Stabbing herself oft and on

Scratching at her festering soul

With splinters of nostalgia

she holds close to her chest

Bleeding through her open wounds

She wanders aimlessly in her mind

A vagabond, an outcast

Caught in a bind

To relinquish the past

On those familiar roads

Or carry it around

Everywhere she goes

The gypsy-woman travels on...