Bad Fairytale
My life is like a bad fairytale.
Dragons lurk in every cave,
ogres in every shadow.
When I get to the place where the castle should be,
what do I see?
The evasive palace has escaped me.
I keep marching on,
into the dawn.
For some sunny day,
in this story I pray,
a knight will arrive.
It is for him that I strive
to the ends of the earth,
and back to its birth.
Thus I have begun to wail,
from my bad fairytale.
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