Father Time left her on her own to face the persistence of reality
Known to many as merely an illusion
Thinking if she stopped believing it would all just go away
But soon found herself lost in the confusion

She looked around in bewilderment at her dim surroundings
Wondering when the glass would break
In the window between what is real and merely an illusion
And if her poor heart the shattering could take

As she waited, time crept by and her mind began to wonder
About the anxiety and confusion she could feel
Staring at her reflection in the window as she watched
She began to doubt if she was even real

Father Time returned and took her face in his gentle hands
Showed her how to draw a line between the two
She then smiled in peaceful realization at the wisdom there
Looked into her reflection and knew the truth