Fairy Dust

Dreams

The things made of fairy dust,

that which we thought to become but yet we never follow the yellow brick road.
We never seek out the beam of a lighthouse, beckoning to us, longing for us to come to it after we were the ones who created it and sent out the plea for help and rescue

Withered we now lie stranded on the desolate plain of existence, still clinging to the ‘knowledge’ that we have: that things have been better this way, that you had made the right decision.

Dreams are made of fairy dust,

as quickly as they come they disappear in the unbearable heat of society, in the barren land of perceived reality.  For such burdens are ours to bear. We are told so – so who are we to argue?  For many before us have treaded the path now weathered and dry, for this is our journey to travel too – your inherited destiny.

Dreams are made of fairy dust,

it sprinkles in your eyes and shows you illusions of places that could never be.  It breaks the mould of your real life and lets you live in a place that is unfathomable and unreachable.

For dreams are made of fairy dust,

and that is where they stay.

They shall haunt us in the blinks of our life,
in the silent echoes of our heart beats,
whispers in the chill of the night for none to hear
Yet they chill us to the bone
For the shiver that you feel is that of regret

THE KNOWING

That if you had only decided to fly, take upon you the challenge of stepping away, to the land of a dream – to that which you could do beyond your current understanding of a life

Of having broken the mould, of not doing that which you were ‘meant’ to do.  By following your own path, not by walking it but by soaring high above the clouds.  There are no weights to hold you down; there are no restraints or obstacles.  There is only freedom limited by your own lack of belief and trust.

The beauty. The majesty. Unexplainable joy that cannot be described,

it can only be felt.

So this I beg you my fellow kin – listen!
Dreams are not made of fairy dust –
and this is not your life to live if you are not the master thereof.
Throw down the shackles you have placed upon yourself and remember what it is to dream, to fly, to not know what tomorrow may bring but be exhilarated by the thought of it.

Float above the starry sky and dip your toe in the deep blue hued pool of unceasing happiness, for as deep as the waters go so does your joy.

Never fear for it is not your place to – the embers of a thousand lights shall guide you to your destiny, a thousand paths to take…
you need only choose
That which is made of fairy dust shall bring you to your home

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