These four walls stare at me,
but I can see right through.
I believe in silly things,
cause I am one who chases dreams.
My eyes are always wide shut,
with imaginary pictures in sight.
And though I taste truth on my tongue,
I can't believe that's all there is.
I fantasize of magic,
and wishes that come true.
My singing is of fairy tales,
and my drawings of them two.
With an innocent heart,
that's wrapped in a blackened reality.
I wander the wonders of the world,
which dull under jaded eyes.
Butterflies aren't mystical,
when you know they were larva.
And winter looses its virginity,
when you realize its only cold rain.
Lightening isn't so magnificent,
when you understand its not the wrath of Zeus.
And hurricanes lack reason,
when you find Poseidon a myth.
I'm just a silly girl,
who chases dreams.
Because I know,
that I want more things.
Beauty, magic, mystic.
Virgin, innocence, glory.
Power, love, trust.
-All falter in meaning,
when you loose your childish eyes.
And dreams only come at night,
because your day is full of sighs.
| very true|
but you know, it doesnt always have to be looked like that way
think of the people who create fanatasy worlds,
whether it be a book or a movie or whatever
what inspired them to create those realms, and stories behind them, was the ugliness of reality
art is made in reality, but it takes us into fantasy
|| Posted on 2010-09-14 00:00:00 | by OneDarkFlame92 | [ Reply to This ] |