Fairy Folk


Though in their eyes I may seem queer
For having invisible friends so dear
I'm sick of them calling me simpleton
Longing for a prince having my heart won.

I oftentimes get lots of pokes
For believing in foolish fairy folk
They are trying hard to have me awoke
It's true but they exclaim "What a joke!"

They want me to let go of childish dreams
Which only brighten my world so dim
Instead they want me to watch TV news
Of crimes and wars, thus I refuse.

But I want them to know where the real things are
They do not appear in front of the naked eye
Much practicality's a big problem too far
I know it as well as the One up the sky. 


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