I got my invitation to the annual levity ball. Seeing the location is within the mirrored room. Walking in my room I found I had nothing to find. I got into my evening wear and left my clothes behind. I sat down on the stairway seven hours at a time. Writing all of this poetry that I knewq would never rhyme. The memory I knew I must have had when I came in. Was of some varied places where I've never ever been. And then in came a cake all decorated in my name. With four paper brown candles are all spelling out this name. The clock was passing out from time to time I saw it all. The beginning of the ending of my first levity ball