Dusty road beneath my bare feet
I uncharacteristically took my shoes off
Because this walk didn’t feel like my reality
I needed to feel the truth
I built my dreams up like elated fairy tales
The grandiloquence of the stories we once read
You think, it could come true, it could
You think, just once, could a prince really come through
But then I realize, he doesn’t look like you
They trained me to be wise
To see beneath the mistrust of sparkling eyes
To see the face value of withdrawing from a failing investment
Just to save any face than can still be kept
So I’m standing on the dirtiest of roads
This is not a destination I know
So I keep walking
Till I can find someone or something that’s worth the hold
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