Once I was a child
And a Magician read me
A Fairy Tales book
Full of lies
There was a beauty sleeping tale
And a tale about flying pigs
And some story about Snow Flake
And a house made of candy
In the middle of the woods...
I woke up one day
And I was living a tale
In the darkness of a wood
In the middle of nowhere...
As I walked in the woods
I realize that all that darkness
Was right on the center
Of my head...
I still walking in the darkness
On the middle of nowhere
Looking for the Magician
To come to rescue me
One of these days...
Perhaps the magician is also
On my head?
©Gloria
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