-cinderella-In our desperate search for happiness
and purpose we hitch our wagons to the
nearest ideal passing by
Even if the chariot driver reeks of moldy
sweat and cigarette cologne we ignore it all
to rejoice in the fact that we are moving
fast
The party train slows down only at predetermined
stations and none of us want to be left behind
the tape unwinds
as long as we’re together we’ll be fine
enchanted by the evening stars blowing against
our midnight faces we hardly pause
to consider the consequences of our entertainment
we never notice the unmoving wheels powered
by fat mice
the background changes but we go nowhere
the destination is always the same
a mobius strip is what we travel on
our heart skips a beat in joy
only to elevate itself and flip
from right to left
we hardly notice
the ride slows down
we emerge like giddy schoolgirls
and say we had the greatest time of our lives
never noticing the wrinkles we’ve creased
from flying too high
