Life ain’t no storybook kid,
With fairies in magical worlds,
Or angles in the heavens above,
With laced gowns and netted viels,
Or crystal diadems and pearls beneath,
The ocean so blue and vast,
Talking fish and shrimps and sharks,
The oysters with eyes, the corals so bright.
With witches in caps and potions that
Make you invincible.
With spells for all kinds of chores ,
With creatures never seen before,
Misty clouds and giant peaches,
Abandoned islands and empty beaches.
There ain’t no golden bird or egg,
There ain’t no monster with three heads,
No vampires dripping blood,
No wands made of English oak wood.
No zombies, no giants, no huge bumble bees,
No wondrous 25th century technology.
No hoverboards to fly on,
No brooms to ride,
No owls with letters,
No god of the skies.
There ain’t no dementors,
There ain’t no centaurs,
There ain’t no demigods, witches or wizards.
No damsel in distress, no prince with a sword,
No tower and a princess with hair so long.
No yetis, no talking snowmen and trees,
No mind boggling galaxies.
No raging tides with entire towns below,
No wonderland where in summer it snows,
No dogs on a mission in a level seven crisis,
No Zeus, no Ares, no Athena and Isis.
These are worlds that we have created,
Shaped with our palms,
They may not be true but to us they are.
They are much more than fantasies, fandoms and tales,
These are places where we can disappear only to be found again,
On a new planet or in a new land,
Sink deep and dwell in there for as long as you can.