tragedy of existence(mid night poetry part 2)

truth and lies

Truth and Lies

When you were young, still inexperienced, 
still trying to fill your innocent hearts 
and inexperienced little minds, 
you used to hear fairy tales 
of friendly dragons and evil witches,
and believed that there were tiny fairies,
invisible to your big, curious eyes,
and that a man in red would come
in a flying sled pulled by reindeer.
You heard the stories and accepted them
as undeniable truth.
Through them, you felt like you could fly
over the clouds, so close you could almost touch
that bright clear blue high, high up in the sky!
That's how far you fell, that tragic day
when you heard the truth, that harsh, unpleasant,
so-called truth we all were confronted with.
Because, in that adult's world we were born into,
there is no room for flying reindeer,
no space for friendly dragons,
and as your minds were filled with history,
and mathematical formulae,
and words so big they barely fit into your mouths,
you, too, committed that unforgivable,
inexcusable crime of forgetting
our childhood friends, those tiny fairies, 
that had lived in your minds for all these years.
And over this big idea of 'truth' and 'lies'
hovers that one word, the death sentence
of even those rebels, who refused to believe
in the cruel sentence of 'they don't exist'.
That one, brutal word, the final blow: 'Proof'.
Because, there is no proof that fairies exist.
No little fairy has ever been seen, 
no tiny village has ever been discovered.
And because there is no proof, you don't believe.
But here comes the final question,
the last of weapons of us, the rebels,
still fighting for our dragons, even
for the evil witches we had fought against
as little children knights. Now we draw 
our golden shining sword, to retaliate.
If we have never seen a fairy,
never talked to a friendly dragon, 
never fought a wicked witch flying on
her broomstick casting spells,
then where is your proof of their inexistence?
How can you know that these fairies
are not clever enough to hide themselves
from grey, disbelieving adults?
And so, with this last, hopeful question,
I cling to my believes, and hold contact
with my faithful childhood friends.
And while I have light even in darkness,
see colour where you see only grey,
and find fun in a world full of boredom,
I hope you see me, and join us,
in our world of fairy-tales-come-true.
How to get there? Just open your eyes,
unlock your heart, and spread those wings
you had kept hidden all this time!