The slow parade

The people in power our entire lifetime.  It's like a slow parade we are forced to be spectators.  The leaves fall each year.  The view never changes.  Glass shatter, styled to show the statue hasn't died. The Blue Fairy can't make your wooden legs real, no matter how much money you have.  Cold damp castle walls, an elaborate storage shed, feelings go unnoticed.  Toys lose their life while waiting in the bin.  "Blue Fairy make me a real boy" the Queen asks.  Not realizing yet no one has ever listened to her.   Her dream of becoming a real boy, and leaving the playhouse castle.  The doorman snail, the slow parade, rapid thinking becomes exhaustive.  Sleep will help finish the story.

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