If I could tell my dreams to you,
Would you think my view is skewed?
That I live inside of fairytales and Magic,
And think that my life in view pales.
You might see the truth in me a little.
But you would miss the bigger picture.
I see my life as a place to help others,
But I haven’t found that I’m a people lover.
Sometimes I become annoyed and need my own space but wish,
That I could see some progress with time, that it be easy to talk excitedly,
That I could be a people lover too and be at ease.
That this is my life and this where I’m meant to be.
Not lost in this mess, this vehicle of regrets,
And find a way to help you and I, find a way,
But magic is lost in a world that doubts it’s existence.
I have a wand, a will, and sometimes a way.
But I don’t always believe, and that’s the thing with magic,
It only works if you believe it does.