May 2014
When I was little I was raised in Fantasy,
the works of Tolkien and Lewis swam all around me,
Dragons were just over the next hill,
orcs ready and waiting to ****,
I dug up my moms garden to find a gnome.
but since gnomes are ridiculous i replaced it with little fairy homes.
my mom came out upset not because of the flower masacre
but because I built those houses without including her.
So needless to say I believed in magic,
i even tried to learn some cards tricks,
but seeing how at the time i was as smooth as a jackhammer
lets just saying card magic was never something i mastered.
But wishes, to wish was a magic that i had learned much about,
for every night me and my mother would go out,
right as the moon kissed the horizon,
my mom saying keep your eyes open son,
for whom so ever see’s that first star,
will truly know what wishes are.
But you see, wishes are tricky
they can’t be to much and you can’t be to picky,
and heaven forbid you tell someone
cause welp, you’ve just gone and ruined all the fun.
But uh.. years pass by and life happened,
and I realized fantasy is kind of for mad men,
cause who could be worried about dragons,
when there’s a 6 foot bully bashing your head in,
when the orcs turn into men with guns,
you don’t think of anything.. but run.
And i realized that digging up a gnome,
is nothing compared to burying the nicest person you’ve ever known.
So needless to say, I forgot about magic.
hung my hat on the peg and realized my magic wand was just a stick,
The last wish i made was for my friend to come home,
He’s still in the ground 8 years later..
I never told anyone that wish..
Even more years pass, and I realize something.
Just because real life can get hard, that doesn’t mean that i need to stop fantasizing.
So now as I walk to class 8 years later I see a fairy dash behind a leaf,
I see the footprints of a goblin as it sneaks,
And it seems as if I’ve made a full recovery,
as if the troubles of my past no longer bother me,
And it’s true! …for the most part
I still don’t make wishes..
or well.. used to not.
Cause something happened that made me believe,
see this funny little girl came up to me,
she doesn’t really wear pants and doesn’t own a real pair of shoes,
but there was something in her eyes that just.. i couldn’t.. i can’t… words..
Now this girl, she makes a wish every 11:11,
something I hadn’t done since my friend went to heaven,
and so when she asked me what i wished for I always said nothing,
cause I couldn’t make myself wish for something that wasn’t coming,
but this girl, and her eyes, i needed help from something,
So that night as the moon rised in the sky i was running,
cause i had this feeling in my chest and my blood was pumping,
So as the stars kissed the sky I… I gave in.
I gathered my fairies, rounded up the hobbits, and called the dragons,
And since i know that telling a wish doesn’t make it not come true
I’ll tell you tonight,
I wished for you.
the works of Tolkien and Lewis swam all around me,
Dragons were just over the next hill,
orcs ready and waiting to ****,
I dug up my moms garden to find a gnome.
but since gnomes are ridiculous i replaced it with little fairy homes.
my mom came out upset not because of the flower masacre
but because I built those houses without including her.
So needless to say I believed in magic,
i even tried to learn some cards tricks,
but seeing how at the time i was as smooth as a jackhammer
lets just saying card magic was never something i mastered.
But wishes, to wish was a magic that i had learned much about,
for every night me and my mother would go out,
right as the moon kissed the horizon,
my mom saying keep your eyes open son,
for whom so ever see’s that first star,
will truly know what wishes are.
But you see, wishes are tricky
they can’t be to much and you can’t be to picky,
and heaven forbid you tell someone
cause welp, you’ve just gone and ruined all the fun.
But uh.. years pass by and life happened,
and I realized fantasy is kind of for mad men,
cause who could be worried about dragons,
when there’s a 6 foot bully bashing your head in,
when the orcs turn into men with guns,
you don’t think of anything.. but run.
And i realized that digging up a gnome,
is nothing compared to burying the nicest person you’ve ever known.
So needless to say, I forgot about magic.
hung my hat on the peg and realized my magic wand was just a stick,
The last wish i made was for my friend to come home,
He’s still in the ground 8 years later..
I never told anyone that wish..
Even more years pass, and I realize something.
Just because real life can get hard, that doesn’t mean that i need to stop fantasizing.
So now as I walk to class 8 years later I see a fairy dash behind a leaf,
I see the footprints of a goblin as it sneaks,
And it seems as if I’ve made a full recovery,
as if the troubles of my past no longer bother me,
And it’s true! …for the most part
I still don’t make wishes..
or well.. used to not.
Cause something happened that made me believe,
see this funny little girl came up to me,
she doesn’t really wear pants and doesn’t own a real pair of shoes,
but there was something in her eyes that just.. i couldn’t.. i can’t… words..
Now this girl, she makes a wish every 11:11,
something I hadn’t done since my friend went to heaven,
and so when she asked me what i wished for I always said nothing,
cause I couldn’t make myself wish for something that wasn’t coming,
but this girl, and her eyes, i needed help from something,
So that night as the moon rised in the sky i was running,
cause i had this feeling in my chest and my blood was pumping,
So as the stars kissed the sky I… I gave in.
I gathered my fairies, rounded up the hobbits, and called the dragons,
And since i know that telling a wish doesn’t make it not come true
I’ll tell you tonight,
I wished for you.
