No, she does not want to walk with me
As her attempts finds no categorical stand for her in me.
At her every turn, there is construction, she finds
No model persona in me, at least partly to follow.
She wants to walk alone, ignoring my presence,
Her mind blooms to find the nature of modernization, walking
Along the road that is busy, dream is still there where
We are destined to live in never-ending-township tossing.