She’s off to save the world again, she’s off to see the sea
She’s off to find herself now and to see who she could be
And though I wish she’d stick around and spend some time with me
It’s not to be
It’s not to be
She views life’s vivid colors but has trouble seeing grey
Her universals speak in black and white, as if life were that way
And I could overlook all that if she would only stay
But there’s no way
She’s on her way
She can make the sun shine all around me
She can bring the moon up all aglow
But I know that sometime, in the darkness
She’ll go
She can’t say where she’s headed or just what she hopes to find
I could offer perfect logic, but it wouldn’t change her mind
And this process of “becoming” seems to be the lifelong kind
To grow and be
To go and see
And everywhere that she goes goodness follows
How the hell she does it, goodness knows
In the end it doesn’t really matter
She goes
Will there come a time when she stops running to and fro?
Could she find herself and then stop searching high and low?
Should I hold to some ray of hope, or should I just let this go?
And I don’t even know
I don’t even know
She’s off to save the world again, she’s off to see the sea
This “global mother” instinct of the Idealist psyche
And though I’ve tried to tell her she could stay here and save me
It’s not to be
It’s not to be
It’s not to be
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She
©2009
Kevin Hilde, INTP
My interest in Temperament Theory goes back to late ’00 or early ’01.
It’s amazing how many things I understand now that I didn’t before studying temperament …. and socio-biology.
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