The Sleep and The Dance

The Sleep and The Dance

The Sleep
The first gift is virtue, the second, beauty, and every splendid thing( or talent) and all the best wishes for that princess, but she seems unconscious, seems dead, has never lived, falls asleep in a coma. One hundred years seem just a moment, and her whole kingdom falls asleep with her, they all eat, work and sleep, also do dream within a dream til that day comes they will realize they've never truly lived.

When she wakes, she suddenly enlightened that she was in a long asleep, even tho In sleep a king/queen, but waking no such matter, or in love or maybe in our self-love all along we chase, when we or any nation wake up from our pride, our self-identification, or the kings and the queens in their courts see themselves as commoners, then let go 'their' joysticks? when I start to realize that a victim can also cause so much pain, even more cruel than a monster.

A prince who dares, he is young, handsome, heroic, high horse and shining armour, a leading role for stardom, he is the sky-limit, and destined to fulfill the oracle or miracle, or break the spell... He is hotheaded, a foolhardy, sings tenor or falsetto, and wields his sword like his garden hose, to again save the day, wake the greatness of the past wonder... when we start to feel we are so special, more valuable than a bug or a fly, that we deserve the best and settle for nothing less.

How we rehearse our lines every morning, meticulously pick our fashion style, and pose again and again in front of the dressing mirror, and carefully exam ourselves before we step out of door, but I think I'm still drunk, not tipsy, just a little bit hang-over, or slight motion sickness from my wandering thoughts...

But so what if we are in a sleep? as long as we dream, right? and as long as we have good dreams, not nightmares? like we are all princes and princesses,we find each other, and share the same happily ever after ending. yes, thorns hurt us, but roses should grow in our bed.

The Dance
Put on the dancing shoes and glide
there's something about you
yes, maybe it's your crystal shoes
or maybe something else
that no one fits
yes, maybe it's your crystal shoes
or maybe something else
that makes the floor bright
no, it's not your crystal shoes
it's you, in ashes or in dirt
you always glow