If the shoe fits…

When the morning light hits 

and time slits, tired eyes flutter open

Ready for another day; same old routine

Mellow life chaotic mind ready to explode

Acting benign…

In their paradigm I suffer the loss of outsider

Working hard to find but they test my character

Interrogating into manipulative destruction
Fall now,not I, move my feet on set path

I have a goal and a dream 

not bent to be your slave, stereotypical fella!
If destiny conspires I’ll become my wish

If thoughts are on fire I will find nirvana within

Not damsel to be played , not a trickster to fiend with

Seldom you seek but not a story of Matilda

But If the shoe fits …I’ll become Cinderella