Open eyes attempting to gaze beyond,
Figurative words and worlds
at the stroke of midnight.

Glass slippers are mere symbols,
Of things and stories I once knew,
As it slipped out of my mind now,
Once I climb this staircase many fear,
College, and the real world.

Tight-knit hours, and an abundance of demands,
Consuming each slot of each day,
Each moment, and thought,
All passing by everyday.

As I type these words out,
I know that these won't stay,
Not now or today,
Cause as the day pass,
My mind becomes more doormat,
To this and what I need to say.

I wished I could have said,
“I have a dozen minutes to chat”.
But, I don't and always have to
bade them a goodbye,
As I frantically run to my next task.

It's not the lifestyle I desire,
Not the friend I want to be known.
Someone too busy for them,
To even drop a casual note or visit,
Even if that is untrue.
Cause once the day ends,
I am the only soul amongst others,
Typing her life away from this world.
As they awaken to a new day.