Take me back to the
land of pretend,
where Prince Charming
isn't a lie.
Where mermaids grow
legs, where people
don't age.
Where love never ends,
there are no pleading eyes.
Lies.
I thought I'd
found my way
back, but
what a dreamer;
wishful hallucinations.
Now the dreamer cries.
Their art, illegal.
Their easel smashed,
their brushes plucked
from their crippling
hands.
Their dreams;
locked away in their minds.
An inpenetrable
seal.
Not remembering
how they got there,
how they were
shunned.
Subconciously looking
for the key, that
person to break through
The prison of the
dreamer's mind,
and set free
the fragile,
aging dreams
Before extinction
snatches them.
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