Open your eyes see what the world holds,
It's not just buses and cars and scary big skyscraper,
Because a little way away where no one ever looks,
Is a little kingdom of happiness, unlike ours,
The days are long and full, nights short and sweet,
Little figures jump around, singing while they dance,
But they are upset, for no one knows.
They visit people in sleep, whisper soothing words,
And the sleepers are the people, who finally perceive the world as it really is,
Those are the people who finally believe, discover the colorful world,
And those are the people we know to be insane, the ones we dismiss.
For we are the people who are afraid of change, afraid of the unknown,
The people who take things for granted, ones who are grey,
The ones who have no sight, the ones who have no senses,
The ones who miss out on a glimpse of the world, as it truly is.
Fairy tales can become reality and true love can exist,
All we need is a little belief,
To comprehend the world,
To be rid of the blindfold,
To be rid of the rag covering our nose,
To be rid of the plugs blocking our ears,
To be able to finally, finally feel.
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Paracosmic Kalopsia
Randoma detailed, imaginary world that is thought to be more beautiful than it really is. -poems and prose and short stories TW: mentions of suicide/self harm/violence. Please be cautious.
