Following street lamps,
and fighting the tide
Realizing, i'm losing the battle
Because i will never find the words
The ones filled with fairytales
Like the paper bag princess,
Always fearing the worst
Crying rainbow tears, and daring dragons
They lock up themselves you know.

I am finally understanding,
what you meant, when you said,
That thing you didn't quite understand yourself.
That you don't understand yourself.
At all.

And as i am locked up, in my forbidden tower
I watch the clocks.
Hour hands.
Spinning wildly out of control.
The sun being pulled by a string,
by a changing mind, who just can't decide.

Because I will never find the words.
Or the keys.
To be the damsel, who will somehow save the prince.
But then,
i remembered
that i adore you.
And in these kind of stories, that is usually enough
For my twisted kind
of happily ever after.