Eyes low, off of no green
Thoughts far out
Money trees in my daydreams
Leaping freely between canopy tops like a hippie
Landing on a could of nine make believes
Waiting to put those glass slippers on my feet
Like Cinderella before to ball lived in daydreams...
Back to reality
I look down to see my feet still dangling over this dingy carpeting...
No glass slipper, dang
Back to work then.
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