Once there was a fairytale...

The faces don't look familiar,

yet there's a known mystery to them,

once upon a time,

everyone feels this way.

Sometimes, it's the lines on the mirror,

or the shadow of changed lips.

There are days when nothing feels real,

The years they pass by,

summer, winter, spring,

again, and yet again,

and you wish

you could halt for a moment,

but the moments don't exist.

Days are shorter, the nights a dream

Empty cardboard boxes

stacked to create a colourful city.

When the bubble finally rises,

soars up in the sky, far away

over the cardboard city,

and you make your escape,

clinging to it, looking down,

the city crumbles and falls

and you're left with no place

to call home, so you miss

the false dream you built

on the false ground,

the false walls that surrounded you,

now nowhere to be found.

So, this is how the dream ends,

this is how the dream ends,

this is how the dream ends,

Not with a thud,

but with a tinker...