Escaping Reality

Sheโ€™s never been daddyโ€™s Little Princess.
She doesnโ€™t know what the fuck girls mean when they say,
โ€œI always wanted to be a princess on my wedding day.โ€
She thinks, โ€œI just want to find love.โ€

Heโ€™s never said, โ€œHey, Iโ€™m proud of you.โ€
Instead, his dark eyes look at her with a peculiar look,
Like sheโ€™s an alien and not a princess.
Certainly, she must speak a different language.

She’s a dreamer brought to a lowly state of reality.
Dreams live too far away from planet Earth.
Earth is art itself but filled with entrepreneurs.
“But I too take risks,” she thinks, “Just different ones.”

Perhaps she belongs to another planet.
She can never look or talk like a princess here.
So she must walk into the sunโ€”
Until she can find a kingdom for her fallen crown.

Or maybe sheโ€™s an alien forever roaming the universe.
If she walks close enough to the sun, she’ll burn.
But what if that’s her kingdom?
A bright and daring road, “Again, I’m escaping reality.”



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