Sociogenic stresses

Along with mankind’s messes

Pass along their old yeses

To introversion’s chilled peace—

Where heat and noise come to cease

So heart and poise can take lease. ; )

“Go, go, just go!”

But, she could not leave until she made a choice. Was balzarine obsene? Was silk of her ilk?

He was *so* handsome, but she was not sure *which* Cinderella would merit a happily ever after with him.

Indecisiveness was a wall that was keeping her from the ball, yet that awareness was not dressing her or prompting her out the door.

Then, it hit her like a ton of bricks: “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe! Go, go, go, go!”

Later, as she stepped out of the carriage, he heralded, “Oh, you look like a queen!” Yes, fate had aptly chose for her to walk out in the balzarine. ; )