Where fairies and talking animals exists, and red devils with forks and long tails
No prince charming coming to save the world
All words from old men and dreamers all crazy and bored
Drawing burning castles and fire breathing dragons
To scare children into the waiting arms of old priests and virgin nuns
Drawn to illusion, you can call it an obsession
But it is what it is, my own real chance at self-redemption
To face my demons squarely, face to face
And not hide behind the dreams of an orchestrated make belief race
In the twilight of my fate, under the full glare of the full moon
I’m going to be outside facing the stars, not inside tucked in my bedroom
There isn’t going to be a howl, no wolves cries to spell doom
Or some funny looking witches with long hats, flying high riding long brooms
This isn’t a bed time story.
Neither will it end with guts and glory
I am my own prince, but I’m not that charming
I don’t own a horse or even a sword, but I’m damn good at running
Never once into danger, you know what looks good at the other side, the view
So I stay back and let my companions do the hard work, yes we are a crew
Success comes at a cost, I have paid my debt, not with my life
I’m still useful; no bounty could ever afford my price
To best me, you would perform a very potent ritual
But who cares about that, life itself is Artificially Intelligent and virtual
I don’t believe in luck, my successes isn’t the work of voodoo
When life bends you over a thousand different ways, success is what you must do
Life is not a fairy tale, tis poetry
I wasn’t born a King; I wrote my way to the throne, tis wasn’t hereditary
I might not be Shakespeare but I bet you, I will make history
One verse at a time till my poetry gains recognition and victory
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