Its past the time for fairy tales, or wishes that come true. Much too late for breadcrumb trails, too broke to buy a clue. The knight in shining armor has put away his steed; the princess, if someone would harm her, will scream a useless plead. The dragons have free reign to roar, the ogres feed on dreams. Trolls control the bridge once more. Futiley the princess screams. Seem βHappily Ever Afterβ and the stories we were told. Became quite a disaster, youthful dreams bought and sold.