An ordinary face stares
out a window frosted
it’s cold outside
And ordinary fingers
trace geometric shapes against
the glass
And ordinary her mind’s at
ease but on grey autumn
days like these Aquestion
haunts and breakes the
fragile peace
Can a bauble ruled by whim
possibly be bought
be accepted by the masses,
framed and catalogued
Cuz the dreamer never wins
its wings must wet
and,witherin give away spirit
Blown loosely in the wind
The misplaced faerie trying
to and oh it cannot know
where to look
The mysterical heart can’t
understand
And suddenly the glass fings
outward early morning air
is offered Thick and drunk in
in by hope starves
lungs are blood red lips
and dragon laughter
Dreams of happy ever after
too unfit for ordinary minds
Can a bauble ruled by whim
possibly be bought
be accepted by the masses,
framed and catalogued
Cuz the dreamer never wins
its wings must wet and,witherin
give away spirit Blown
loosely in the wind
Can a bauble ruled by whim
possibly be bought
be accepted by the masses,
framed and catalogued
Cuz the dreamer never wins
its wings must wet
and,witherin
give away spirit Blown
loosely in the wind
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