is it my right
To prance, to dance
within the fairy ring
at one with natures magic
(too oft by us unseen)
brings her joy, a precious thing
The dappled sun light plays on her iridescent wings
as her hand caresses the flowers close by
nothing is everything, yet tis nothing at all in a single moment
when you're a fairy
I am feeling a little confused lately and i hate bullshit I just dont know I want everything to be ok but i cant break out of this skin I am not feeling so well i have to do something about this I had a anxity attack blah