Charlotte Sometimes

She sits on the bed, looking out of the window,
Looking at trees that were never there.
The skies are grey, and shadow-drenched,
Sits Charlotte, sometimes watching the world
Go by;
But how the walls go by, and nobody sees
How whitewashed they are, how the light
Shines off them, the glare blinding each eye;

But Charlotte did not cry.
Charlotte sometimes sat with a book,
A book of someone else's lies and loves that she could only dream of.
Dreaming into the night came Charlotte sometimes,
On her white chariot, wheeled into the night
And they did not care, when she read and read,
The planes all rushing into the night
And she was left alone;
There was Charlotte lying on her bed,
Waiting for the world to right itself,
"But where was right?"
Thought Charlotte sometimes;

Then all the trees began to slip away,
"They seemed so far away,"
Said Charlotte; sometimes she dreamed,
Of all the faces, expressionless minds,
Where all the voices blurred into
One voice;
Where you are, sweet princess of mine;
Lost in the past, fading to the future,
But do not be scared, all the different
Ways, all the ways she dreams,
Crying forever,
Drowned out of time;

Two different people, caught out of time,
But so much the same, sometimes the same,
But under a different name,
Saw Charlotte in her book of dreams,
Quiet and lonely,
The trees were so far away,
There was Charlotte, so far away from reality,
But reality found her as she lay on her bed,
Sometimes sliding into the night,
Sometimes dreaming for herself.
The world of kings and queens was distant now,
The wall she dreams around herself,
Was Charlotte's sometimes,
Living in a memory, and nobody cared for her,
Nobody cared for them, but Charlotte;
Sometimes she came full-circle, and nobody noticed.

So blind to the lonely, so blind to the obvious,
Thought Charlotte sometimes, but she did not care;
Scared princess, where you are mine,
Lost in the future, already faded in the past,
But you are sweet, all the different
Names, all the other names,
Forever crying,
Drowning into time;

Sits Charlotte sometimes crying for someone else.
Charlotte sometimes wrote in that book,
A book of her lies and loves that she had dreamed of,
Dreaming out of the night left Charlotte sometimes,
Away with her white chariot, night after night
And they did not care, when she cried and cried,
Time was rushing into the night
And she was left alone;
There was Charlotte lying on her bed,
And the world was never right,
She was shedding tears for a girl who had died so long ago,
A girl she had never known,
Forever gone
And gone forever,
Cried Charlotte, sometimes.