The middle is where she stands 
The place to pick a path
Where all the responsibility lands
She just has to do the math

Decide where she's going 
What she will become
Theres only knowing 
Where she's come from 

The rest is a mystery 
Written only in her story
It will all become history 
Whether failure or glory 

Right now she is still
Calm in the moment 
Work hard she will
With no involvement 

We are all single
Disguised as a unit 
We find it hard to mingle 
It's not in our remit