You are who you are today.

So, who are you today?
A destined traveler of the romani way?

Could you be a lover lost and fading fast
with a need for the future, and no real past.

Painted pretty images that live on your lips
are outwardly seen with the curve of your hips.

Go on, traveler, keep playing that ace
Keep dealing that hand, until you remember this place.

You should Make it up as it goes along
it'll be okay, just sing him that song.

You've never needed a past, it's strange some how
all you've ever needed has always been now.

Sleep, you'll see that sky will begin to twirl
Dream, you'll see it soon enough, Cowgirl.