early morning to night.
You have been sleep too long,
enchanted into still slumber.
Like the princess in the tower-waiting-not dead, yet not living.
For no one is coming to save you.
The childhood tales were not true.
Their is no knight, no trusty stead, no valiant honor.
Wipe the sleep out of your eyes, arise and wake
their is much to make of this life
their is much to do in this time.
And what was whispered, the spell that was spun was not truth ,but well intended, lies.
Oh heart,
oh daughters.
Eyes to see,
lips to taste,
feet walk.
Begin, begin
against ,perhaps, your own will
walk, maybe, poorly.
But you must do
But you must live so
Arise from your bed of waiting and go.
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