A Dream of Reality

Once upon a time in a land unlike yours or mine
The beautiful Dancing Queen a few years short of seventeen
Lived a life of royalty; people loved her more than eyes could see
But that fantastic dream was just an impossible scheme
There�s no such thing as dancing queens and even if there were
She felt convinced it wouldn�t be for her
In reality she was peasantry
Poor as a pauper her dreams were but a melody
To which she was dancing wishing for opportunity
To escape the torment of tumultuous pressures
The only one that she could possibly depend
Was unmistakably an imaginary friend
�Twas a fairy from her fantasies with holly in her hair
To escape the teasing of the neighboring troubles

The Dancing Queen from the fantasy dream,
Was just a lonely mediocrity
No one saw her for what she was
And no one cared about her because
She felt heartless stripped of kindness
People made her envious and it hardened all her lovingness
She forgot how to be happy yet all she needed was camaraderie
To contend with people�s mockery that brought her down so thoroughly

At first she wanted them to pay but eventually her mind was swayed
So what did that Dancing Queen do?
She fell down and cried but not on the outside
For even if she dared not a soul would really care
Internally bleeding she had no feeling
Indifferent to her pain because it wouldn�t go away
And then one day when all was lost and gone astray
She felt a drive to go perceive what rested in the glass in to see
But when she looked into that full-length mirror nothing of her form
appeared
Unfortunately that didn�t scare the young Dancing Queen
She had another dream prior foreseeing all the metaphor
Apparently the full-length mirror represented goddamn conformity
Invisibility represented diffident humility
The only difference seemed that it started with a second dream
But a dream of reality isn�t always of opportunity

The Dancing Queen from the fantasy dream,
Was just a lonely mediocrity
No one saw her for what she was
And no one cared about her because
She felt heartless stripped of kindness
People made her envious and it hardened all her lovingness
She forgot how to be happy yet all she needed was camaraderie
To contend with people�s mockery that brought her down so thoroughly

But then the fairy from her fantasies with the holly in her hair
That represented the pauper�s dream of something called a friend
Came upon the fallen queen deprived of all her Excellency
"Dancing Queen you still could be if only you just trusted me.
I�ve seen you when you dance and I know what�s in your daydream
trance
You need a friend that�s all I know I see that you are often alone
Now stop pretending and start being friendly."
With that said the pauper dreamed that the stranger was indeed
Truthful in her words and so upon the eaves of gloom
When the pauper fell asleep she dreamt not of peasantry
The stranger�s words rung in her ears "Dancing Queen you still could
be"
Maybe there truly is a way to get through all the pains of day
Without the nightfall grip your heart
And the shadows convince you to depart yourself of reality
A Dream of Reality isn�t always of opportunity