If today, the fairy godmother appears
And asks me ‘What is your one wish, My Dear’,
I would maybe for once think about,
All things fancy and beautiful,
Or probably make her grant me the wish
To disappear into the clouds without being noticed.
But what I chose was bit of an eerie,
I asked for a dummy, yes, a replica of me.
She looked at me alarmed,
For no one had ever asked for such a wish to be granted.
‘I grant you your wish’ Twirling did she say,
“You could have asked for a world full of smiles,
Or probably have everything your own way,
Then tell me why did you, my love,
Ask for something so queer? ”
I held my load and looked deep into her eyes,
‘I wouldn’t want anything any other way,
I wouldn’t change a thing, but,
I see this as a way for me to escape,
I could shut people out,
Without having to ask them to leave.
Now, in lost lands, I could be forever and whenever,
Leaving behind, ‘Me’ for them to play with,
I wouldn’t be in a constant dilemma of,
Wanting to run away or yet again linger,
For I will be gone and I will be still here,
And that way I could for long enjoy my hibernation.