Ordinary

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An ordinary face stares out a window frosted. it's

cold outside

And ordinary fingers trace geometric shapes against

the glass

And ordinary her mind's at ease but on grey autumn

days like these Aquestion haunts and breakes the

fragile peace

Can a bauble ruled by whim possibly be bought. be

accepted by the masses, framed and catalogued?

Cuz the dreamer never wins its wings must wet

and,witherin give away spirit Blown loosely in the

wind

The misplaced faerie trying to and oh it cannot know

where to look

The mysterical heart can't understand

And suddenly the glass fings outward early morning air

is offered Thick and drunk in - in by hope-starves

lungs are blood red lips and dragon laughter

Dreams of happy ever after too unfit for ordinary

minds?