Tinkerbell they call you
You sprinkle your pixie dust all across the land
It's sparkles gracefully descending to all the people below
It swirls and twirls around their arms in the wind
It swishes across their back
Shoots up to their head
And trickles down into their ears
They take in the sweet sugar as if it was fresh honey
I attempt to do the same
But when I drop the dust
It turns into sand
It misses the wind and splats across the pavement
Completely avoiding the people,
Unnoticed
Except for you,
You see and feel
I think for the first time,
Maybe this time will be different
You pick up my sand and throw it right back up at me with a distasteful expression
