Waky, waky Goldilocks
Time to get up
Your nightmares have turned
Into an ocean of greyness
A shake of your coppery locks
Won't suffice bringing back the world colours
Nor a smile pared on your face
Time to face life Goldilocks
The high tower
Where you took refuge
Is the infernal trap
You can't cross life
With no opinion
Nothing touches you
Nothing is of interest to you
You show no feelings
You don't cry, you don't laugh
You go thru motions like an automaton
You wonder you have no friend
What have they done to you?
Where is that child
Who could run
With the wind
Her hair flying behind her
Like the tail of a free filly?
Tell me, do you even know
What I am talking about?
Lucette C. Bailliet
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