Raffle

We stand on dandelion street
Compass in hand
Glass slippers on our feet
We have the strength to smash ten letters in the air
Our instinct is to drive
To speed to the finish line
It's all just a stage
And a spirit
We dangle our feet in the subway
Buzzers blow our ear drums
We would rather be at home
Wrapped in a sari
Fresh treats from the bakery
Melting in our hands
We made it through another night
Lantern over head
Whiskey in our tummy
It's all just a raffle and a blow.