They made sure that her new glasses blocked the rays she used to see
That the magic that distracted her as a child, can no longer be
And so she saw the red, yellow, and green lights
Butshe did not see the fairies that turned them on
She saw the clocks turning
The appointments that have to be met
She no longer saw the creatures that helped
And as a 40 year old woman
She remembered dreams she thought she had
of a fairy she befriended
of a troll she chased one night
“It must’ve been my imagination” she thought
Forgetting the glued on glasses all adults had to wear
Stranger Paths 