when one day you wake up and realize
it was never the fairy tales that brainwashed your joven soul
or the kind words whispered from a mothers mouth
or the hug from that hard-working father

it was something so opposite and deranged
now forcing you to accept what you had never once imagined
as you slowly heal from the ever-unfamiliar
and walk through flames you never thought you'd touch

then you wake from the ashes of an old reality
as nostalgia is the only place you can call home now
you can never touch the innocence or the perfection of what was
but solely reflect on the future in this new place

and how very foolish you were in the past
and how very cruel the world was for leading you to be

this is it
but somehow
it is still worth it

because it is still somehow substantially better than any other feeling
in the entire world