Can't You See? Every Step I Have

We Don't Become Geisha Because We Want Our Lives To Be Happy; We Become Geisha Because We Have No Choice.

My Mother Once Told Me I Was Like Water. Water Can Carve Its Way Even Through Stone. And When Trapped, Water Makes A New Path.

Well, A Peach Has A Lovely Taste And So Does A Mushroom, But You Can't Put The Two Together.

And When I Raised Myself To Look At The Man Who'd Spoken, I Had A Feeling Of Leaving My Misery Behind Me There On The Stone Wall.

I Tried To Continue, But Somehow My Throat Made Up Its Mind To Swallow – Though I Can’t Think What I Was Swallowing, Unless It Was A Little Knot Of Emotion I Pushed Back Down Because There Was No Room In My Face For Any More.