Obviously, I ran out of creativity and decided to steal the first line from another poem of mine. Well, I love this poem anyway.

Steal away in dreary dark
from world of petty value.
I danced the soles to wear to holes
and wished not to return in the morn.
Reality’s of padded walls and constricting jackets.
They tried to fix me, put back the pieces,
fit eroded bits that would not agree,
like they did with Humpty Dumpty.
But song of sirens turn my head
beckon me far away.
Black laced dragons overhead
instigates the hunger of fear,
the hunger for life above a sidewalk day.
While girls with scarlet lipstick, unscathed,
eyeliner meandering with a newfound stream,
in bathroom stalls, beg for Prince Charming
to sweep her off her feet.
Well I’m not wishing for silver knights
to rescue me in my tower high,
but I sure wish I had a spoon to run away with.
Where’s good, merry Robin Hood
to save the poor and often trodden in this world?
Those elves to visit in the middle of night
to make everything all right?
This fairy tale has no power when irises are unveiled.

We all fall down.