Pure at heart, eyes of blue.

Free of limitations, unlimited daydreams.

Flowing, shining gracefully without a care.

Lost in thought, the poetry of ideas.

Trust in all, one side of an identity.

Sympathy for loss, sorrow for truth, memory for memory.

Radiance of knowledge, remembrance of a memory.

Adventures beyond, further than the ocean blue.

Care for others, pride in loving daydreams

A mirror ignites a glimmer of care...

And now, mind-consuming, begin the ideas

Pitiful, sorry, fallen identity.

The negativity abounds, crushing her identity

Flames die down, extinguishing the memory.
Pity spreads into a gloomy soul of blue,

Self-confidence rapidly declines, no trace of existing daydreams.

The glimmer expands to a center of care,

Overflowing, forceful, the arrival of degrading ideas.

Depression kicks in, overpowering the once-young ideas.

Rarely expressive now, her mind has taken over her identity.
One lonely reminder remains; a memory...

Times when she was innocent, with eyes of blue.
Moments that inspired, when feelings turned to daydreams.

The innocence is no longer there, vanished even with her care.

An indication of the past; no longer capable of care.

Sprouts of self-harm, abuse, and other ideas

Mirrors, all around, cover the once-glowing identity

Hints here and there, which too, cover all memory

The sky is gray, no longer blue

The thoughts are dark, no longer daydreams.

Impressing future, a job, a hobby; merely vanquished daydreams.

The will no longer there, living life without a care

But now, it's flipped, the care consumed by ideas...

Results of mirrors, society and stereotypical identity

No wisdom, light or glow beneath those books of memory

Her life is over, a grey coating those eyes of blue

Pure at heart, eyes of blue, brimming of daydreams

Reflections dimming, memory failing, declining identity.
What was once without a car is not even there; all life vanquished; 

No Ideas.