How May I Feel?

My Wish or My Reality?

The sun rose, the sun set.

That's the way the story went.

Or perhaps the sun set and the sun rose...

That's the way this story goes?

I'm a princess you see, held in the metaphoric trap called ‘life’.

I sit at a window every day, watching the sun rise and set

(Boring really, but my maid says it’s for the best).

Looking out at the horizon every night, I say with a sigh,

“I wonder when my Prince will come walking by?”

It's a fantasy really, but a nice one too

(Besides it gives me something new to do).

But after a few years I gave up hope,

Thinking, 'So what he didn't come? There's no reason to mope!'

Instead of bothering my maid, I found someone else to annoy,

His name was Bryce, a very quiet stable boy.

We became great friends, he and I,

Although in the beginning he was really quite shy.

As time went on, I soon began to forget about my no-show-prince

But, I soon began to realize that something had riled our quiet, isolated province.

“He's here! He's here!” I heard my people shout.

But every time I asked 'who' all they did was run about!

Finally I asked Bryce what was going on, who was here, and why did it matter?

He said, “The Prince.” and whether it was good or bad,

I chose the latter.

Why is he here, wait what do I care?

I don't, I reminded myself. It's not my affair.

Then here came my maid, what was her name?

I was trying to remember. When I heard her exclaim:

“The Prince wants to see you milady. So we best answer his call.”

“I don't care,” I told her, “not one bit at all.”

I avoided him for weeks, with excuses large and small,

And stayed with Bryce in the stable,

When asked how long I was to stay, I said “As long as I am able.”

Until one day Bryce didn't come back,

And I was quite shocked and taken aback.

So I took off on his fastest steed

(Who happened to run very fast indeed),

Just when I got through checking the field,

I heard another horse's whinny, and told my horse to, “YIELD!”

When I looked at the horizon I saw Bryce, in a royal cloak!

So alarmed I couldn't even speak.

He looked so much like a Prince it made me weak.

“My name,” he said, “is Prince Bryce Williams, milady.

 And I might just be your happily ever after, maybe.”

How, and why he tricked me didn't matter,

I finally had my knight in shining armor;

And whether this was bad or good, I’d say the latter...

So my friend, that was a nice fantasy, was it not?

Now I'll let you figure out whether it was true or not.... =)