The time has come,
I’ve heard it said,
to talk of other things
How myths and fairytales must end
Reality sinks in
You’ve fallen down the rabbit hole
You’re late!
You’re lost.
Nothing is quite what it seems
All is what it’s not.
The dreams you had all faded
The truth becoming clear
No shoes, no ships, no ceiling wax
Nor cabbages or kings
For though your heart is all you’ve got
This knowledge grants you wings
And flowers bloom where trials loom
Your heart may pass this yet


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