The wakened sight of the blind burning rigidity into fluidity through lucidity of mind. A made up story of upon a times, the damsel, the Princess, the Queen and her tarts. The owl is wise at twilight, the flea upon a beggar, the mouse, he creeps, he crawls he squeals yet sees it all. But alas, his tail is a noose, the farmers wife got loose upon offer of a truce. You see, its all a Grim type tale, blood and guts, deceit and glory just another virtual story. Gone now is the hole, The rabbit and Alice Dreams have become pixels, Princes… Pixels Kings… Pixels Promises… Pixelated fantasies, Imaginary realities King Ego ruling the roost the awakened state the new fairytale truth.
fly away home,
Your house is on
Go sweet thing, take heed
Flutter your wings upon the breeze.
For this curse will haunt your years,
Your life will be all fires and tears.
But alas, at the very least,
Stop calling all your children Ann,
consider binning all those pans.
Listen carefully when in the fields of man,
when fires burn you’ll be glad you ran.
Fly now my sweet rose coloured bug,
and I thank you kindly for the moments hug,
Remember keep those darlings snug,
Wrapped up tight like a bug in a rug.
Star light, star bright,
Poor little you,
Always you fight.
Decaying away in the eternal night,
I wish you may, i wish you might,
Finally die on this starless night.
Your life is gone, you no longer live,
You give us nothing, not even a wish.