I'm seeing visions.
Scary.
Let's all talk about
How visionary
Our
Hairy,
Barely
Seeing
Fairies
Float in our heads,
And infest our minds,
Time after time,
With no rhythm
Nor
Rhyme.
Fairies only see one step ahead
Or two steps behind,
Never in front
Enough
To help ensure
Success
Or
Failure.
It’s just something
We all used
To
Know.
They may be the future,
But they certainly
Don't
Predict
Outcomes
To be
For
You
And
Me.
Otherwise,
We'd all be
Rich
You
See.
These fairies
Of
Ideas
Are merely
Figments
Of our imagination,
Waiting to be unleashed
Upon
The
Earth,
Like
A
Beast or
Beauty,
Attempting to escape
The castle
Of
Our
Brain.
No kingdom can
Stop
Progress,
But no knight
Starts a quest
Without
The essentials
We
Call
Knowledge.
These fairies
You see,
Are beings too,
Like
You
Or
Me,
Or
Oprah
Winfrey.
Creatures of the
World,
They fly inside our bodies
Unknown to all
But its
Master.
It's hardly mine
Alone
That makes sounds
At
Night,
Like a monster
Trying to fill me
With
Ideas,
Not
Fright.
Sleepless?
Alright.
Wonderful?
Good Night.
With all our might,
All we want to do is just
Do what's
Right
Because
It's
Just.
Do.
It.
Not,
Let's
Don't.
Aight?
These visions
Daily
Make
Breakfast
Seem
Like
A
Routine
Worth skipping.
With a bowl
Of ideas,
Who needs
Cereal
Anyway?