It is not a choice among angels, nor demons
It is not an enchanted journey with a heroic end,
An effortless denouement.
It exists only where there is life, not fairy tales -

It is a dandelion picked from a field of daisies,
It cannot be marveled for its beauty, nor perfection,
But I can breathe a thousand wishes into the air, and
Have faith that they will come true.