Wonder-less
Plagues of stories are not just fables, use your wisdom and turn the tables. Choose the path that supports creation, And back yourself fully to avoid exploitation.
Open your eyes and you will see,
Without fantasy you will never be free.
Further down the rabbit hole, step by step we tread.
We feed the cycle of belief - whether it hope or dread.
The wonder within this land is the magic your mind creates.
Rely not on diamonds and hearts - for you will only find clubs and spades.
See that you are the Queen or you become the joker.
Powerless your Kingdom will fall and your crazy world was the provoker.
Obsessions of red roses lead the masses to slaughter,
Visions of creation are twisted and turned - the sick shedding tears of laughter.
There is no competition, only judgement and trials.
Games and lies become smoke and mirrors in a world wrapped in smiles.
There's a storm in your teacup and the white rabbit has called time,
Who did you become now the party is over? And was fantasy your only crime?
Open your eyes and you will see,
Without your dreams your mind will never be free.
About the Creator
Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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