Fairytales

Fairy tales tell so well The lives we'd hope to lead Saved from the tower in which we cry By our prince and a noble steed Try as we may we fight and fight To harbor this fictional life In the end all we gain Is an innner confliction or strife The perfection the novelists write Aren't made for you and me They're made for the children with a chance To grow up careless and free When we are young we have this chance To not end up like this By this I mean a hollow shell Or the rich man who's a priss The oppertunity quickly slips Between our fragile minds With knowledge of life we gain power Thats not all that may we find We find a life not worth living Seeing it come to an end We find a yearning for a truth That cannot break but only mend