Fairies Among the Flowers

I’m certain you’re convinced I’m crazy It’s quite the opposite actually I’m far too sane viewing the world clearly as crystal as opposed to through a veil as many do obscuring the truths they don’t dare permit themselves to see for they’re too painful It’s easier to pretend they aren’t there constructing castles in the air on clouds of folly which collapse for lack of a firm foundation the rubble hurtling to the ground like hail due to the gravity of reality’s revelations So few are fortunate to be granted the means or the opportunity to realize their dreams Hard work is only half the story the rest of the tale remaining untold Someone has to care Such people are as rare as spying a fairy flitting among the flowers or leprechauns guarding their pots of gold