Red Slippers

I never thought I’d hear that voice ever again,

the whispers in my head never stopped in the night they just begin,

tick tock on the clock beats faster every minute,

Why can’t the funny man see all I am is;

all

I

am?,

And I saw,

Red Slippers,

rainbow dust,

and the crooked smile again,

the fairies told me this time that I’d be free.