I don't know what's going on, can't work it out at all; whatever made you choose me?
Is there still anyone about who remembers my Agony Pages? This situation is, of course, entirely different... with one striking similarity. And the same words keep coming to mind.
This was just a moment in the woods.
Our moment, shimmering and lovely and sad.
Leave the moment, just be glad for the moment that we had.
Every moment is of moment when you're in the woods.
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Was that me?
Was that him?
Did a Prince really kiss me?
And kiss me?
And kiss me?
And did I kiss him back?
Was it wrong?
Am I mad?
Is that all?
Does he miss me?
Was he suddenly getting bored with me?
Wake up!
Stop dreaming.
Stop prancing about the woods.
It's not beseeming.
What is it about the woods?
Back to life,
Back to sense,
Back to child,
Back to husband,
You can't live in the woods.
There are vows,
There are ties,
There are needs,
There are standards,
There are shouldn't and shoulds.
Why not both instead?
There's the answer if you're clever:
Have a child for warmth,
And a Baker for bread,
And a Prince for whatever--
Never! It's these woods.
...
Oh, if life were made of moments,
Even now and then a bad one!
But if life were only moments,
Then you'd never know you had one.
First a Witch,
Then a child,
Then a Prince,
Then a moment--
Who can live in the woods?
And to get what you wish,
Only just for a moment--
These are dangerous woods...
Let the moment go...
Don't forget it for a moment, though.
Just remembering you've had an "and,"
When you're back to "or,"
Makes the "or" mean more than it did before.
Now I understand--
And it's time to leave the woods.
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He's a very smart Prince. He's a Prince who prepares.
Knowing this time I'd run from him, he spread pitch on the stairs.
I was caught unawares.
And I thought: well, he cares. This is more than just malice.
Better stop and take stock while you're standing here stuck on the steps of the palace.
You think, what do you want? You think, make a decision.
Why not stay and be caught?
You think, well, it's a thought -- what would be his response?
But then what if he knew who you were
When you know that you're not what he thinks that he wants?
And then what if you are what a Prince would envision?
Although how can you know who you are 'til you know what you want, which you don't?
So then which do you pick: where you're safe, out of sight,
And yourself, but where everything's wrong?
Or where everything's right and you know that you'll never belong?
And whichever you pick, do it quick,
'Cause you're starting to stick to the steps of the palace.
It's your first big decision. The choice isn't easy to make.
To arrive at a ball is exciting and all--
Once you're there, though, it's scary. And it's fun to deceive
When you know you can leave, but you have to be wary.
There's a lot that's at stake, but you've stalled long enough,
'Cause you're still standing stuck in the stuff on the steps...
Better run along home and avoid the collision.
Even though they don't care, you'll be better off there where there's nothing to choose,
So there's nothing to lose. So you pry up your shoes.
Then from out of the blue, and without any guide,
You know what your decision is, which is not to decide.
You'll just leave him a clue: for example, a shoe. And then see what he'll do.
Now it's he and not you who is stuck with a shoe,
In a stew,
In the goo,
And you've learned something, too,
Something you never knew,
On the steps of the palace!
This was just a moment in the woods.
Our moment, shimmering and lovely and sad.
Leave the moment, just be glad for the moment that we had.
Every moment is of moment when you're in the woods.
________________
Was that me?
Was that him?
Did a Prince really kiss me?
And kiss me?
And kiss me?
And did I kiss him back?
Was it wrong?
Am I mad?
Is that all?
Does he miss me?
Was he suddenly getting bored with me?
Wake up!
Stop dreaming.
Stop prancing about the woods.
It's not beseeming.
What is it about the woods?
Back to life,
Back to sense,
Back to child,
Back to husband,
You can't live in the woods.
There are vows,
There are ties,
There are needs,
There are standards,
There are shouldn't and shoulds.
Why not both instead?
There's the answer if you're clever:
Have a child for warmth,
And a Baker for bread,
And a Prince for whatever--
Never! It's these woods.
...
Oh, if life were made of moments,
Even now and then a bad one!
But if life were only moments,
Then you'd never know you had one.
First a Witch,
Then a child,
Then a Prince,
Then a moment--
Who can live in the woods?
And to get what you wish,
Only just for a moment--
These are dangerous woods...
Let the moment go...
Don't forget it for a moment, though.
Just remembering you've had an "and,"
When you're back to "or,"
Makes the "or" mean more than it did before.
Now I understand--
And it's time to leave the woods.
_______________
He's a very smart Prince. He's a Prince who prepares.
Knowing this time I'd run from him, he spread pitch on the stairs.
I was caught unawares.
And I thought: well, he cares. This is more than just malice.
Better stop and take stock while you're standing here stuck on the steps of the palace.
You think, what do you want? You think, make a decision.
Why not stay and be caught?
You think, well, it's a thought -- what would be his response?
But then what if he knew who you were
When you know that you're not what he thinks that he wants?
And then what if you are what a Prince would envision?
Although how can you know who you are 'til you know what you want, which you don't?
So then which do you pick: where you're safe, out of sight,
And yourself, but where everything's wrong?
Or where everything's right and you know that you'll never belong?
And whichever you pick, do it quick,
'Cause you're starting to stick to the steps of the palace.
It's your first big decision. The choice isn't easy to make.
To arrive at a ball is exciting and all--
Once you're there, though, it's scary. And it's fun to deceive
When you know you can leave, but you have to be wary.
There's a lot that's at stake, but you've stalled long enough,
'Cause you're still standing stuck in the stuff on the steps...
Better run along home and avoid the collision.
Even though they don't care, you'll be better off there where there's nothing to choose,
So there's nothing to lose. So you pry up your shoes.
Then from out of the blue, and without any guide,
You know what your decision is, which is not to decide.
You'll just leave him a clue: for example, a shoe. And then see what he'll do.
Now it's he and not you who is stuck with a shoe,
In a stew,
In the goo,
And you've learned something, too,
Something you never knew,
On the steps of the palace!