A 24 hour happily-ever-after

The light doesn’t shine too brightly,
we grow tired of our lives too easily.
When children long to grow up,
and leave the swing set behind,
staring full force ahead into limitless dreams;
when the old long to grow young,
and leave the empty window side,
staring onward ahead to an end to an end.
This long walk down this aisle called life,
passing row by row of uncertainty,
into the contrast of self-conscious distress.

One by one the days fall beside us like the rings growing on a tree,
we have no conscience of what were becoming,
and our thoughts seem to only pile up, running wild in the dark just trying to get home.
If I was only just happy with “happy” and me;
sometimes I look into the mirror and like what I see.
Clear skin, clear mind free from blemish,
hair nicely laid,
eyes full of jubilance and wisdom,
small pink lips delicate like rose petals,
cheek as soft as porcelain, on the side a birth mark, a beauty mark, a trademark of me.
Other times I just stare and think what more could there be?
Void of perfect things,
skin broke out cracked like glass fallen,
hair that never will be tamed,
eyes cold, dead, dreary, tired eyes with no thought.
Lips maybe too small and childish?
Nose far too large, how many lies have I told?
Flaws only my conscience knows.

The drama called depersonalization,
An astral projection,
Empty shell left behind, my presence elsewhere,
I’m floating through life yet I’m not here.
I’m dislocated.
Far, far from myself.
To walk in another’s shoes, in another’s shadow,
making a switch from fact and fiction, realism and surrealism.
An abstract state of mind we find ourselves in
switching shoes and switching lives.
A Once Upon a Time,
the Prince and the Pauper,
a happily-ever-after?

The music begins to play, its sweet sound,
“A Day in the Life of” anyone, anywhere but here.
I can hear this song; its profound  melody takes toll.
Yearning for new things, experiences unknown
lands conquered, mountains climbed, oceans swam.
The awkward girl who reddens at the mention of a word is no more;
leading way to a woman who can come to grips with an existential existence.
Silent and still, I step out of my shoes
walk red vibrant, loud and unrestrained
footwear unflinching,
kick up my heels, tap my toes.

From a field mouse to a Queen,
a regular Cinderella story.
Somehow unreal,
the story Grimm and untold;
will the shoe fit?
The glass slipper of those I hold dear;
one size fits all,
one for everyday of the year,
one and only one to wear.
The hour strikes twelve, an ending near in sight
from faraway lands,
to once upon a time‘s.
At the end of the day I’m just a pumpkin again,
and I go back to my patch.
A pauper,
and I go back to my street corner.
A liar,
and I go back to Monstro.
A fairytale dream ended too soon,
The beauty of that poison apple,
the dreaded curse of that sleeping wonder,
their slumber apprehensive.
When, she wakes up;
when, I open my eyes,
I am summer and she is snow.
The book closed,
and they lived…
a 24 hour happily-ever-after.