A bit of fluff.

Oh I have tried Cinderella's shoe,

the pretty thing, and it fit me, too,

but the thought of wearing it all my life,

of gowns, and being the prince's wife,

awoke in me a wild sweet dream

of throwing off appear and seem

and being real, being only me

and running or resting where I want to be.

So I dance alone or with whom I choose

and don't have to worry abut breakable shoes

and wear old jeans and don't comb my hair

and I see the palace, but I don't go there.