I can say to anything But there are still dreams And sealed hope
Broken wings Are only clipped But... They seem beautiful As if they are holding onto the magic - Mystery children know first, And adults thirst for At four When the days isn't done Or about to come
The moon is stuck in between Holding the spell for freedom
Our wings struggle Because we want more Only,
Not quite sure What that is yet
I struggled so hard to write this, and I hope it works, but it's supposed to be readable both forwards and backwards the normal reading is supposed to be thoughtful, and the backwards on the side of hopeless