I believe in fantasy
For this, people say I'm naïve and foolish
No more than a child
And those people are why I believe
Because they can't all be like this
And yes I have my head in the clouds when my nose is in a book but that's because all of you who live on the ground are so repellent to me
How could one ever be happy with "go to college, get a job, get a house, get a family, and die?"
When I read, I fly, and can you blame me for hating to fall when I have to close the book?
Flying is the wind in your face, stinging so hard you can't keep your eyes open but you dare not close them, your hair lashing behind you so hard you have welts on your back, but it's worth it to soar
Because flying means leaving behind the problems of the ground
It's the clench of your stomach at some new turn
It's the way your heart leaps in terror and joy simultaneously and sometimes you can't breathe but maybe that's because the view is breathtaking
Sometimes I fly alone, watching the people below act out their tale, and other times I ride a gryphon or a pegasus or a dragon and the rest of the story gets swept under the rug because I either can't take my eyes off them or can't wait for the next scene they appear in
But whatever the story, fantasy is flying and flying is fantastic
And I have to believe there is something beyond the mundane humdrum of human existence
So I believe in fantasy
Sue me, call me a naive, foolish child, maybe I am, but you are a boring, grey adult and I don't want your opinion because if you don't understand my love of fiction you've clearly never flown
So get back to me when you can get your head out of your rear and see the beauty in books for the blessing it is
Yes, fiction is an escape
From the normal, from the dull, from you
And I'd much rather visit Hogwarts than spend another second listening to you speak so why do you take me holding an open book as a cue that I'm not busy?
Is it really that difficult to just leave me alone?
Excuse you, I'm kind of saving Middle- Earth right now, I'm sure you can kill the spider yourself
So many times I've been yelled at for reading in school, well, pardon me for learning
I already comprehend that the Earth circles the sun, I learned that years before you told me from the thing you ever so rudely yanked out of my grip and I'll tell you what else
You never taught me what happiness looks like
But they did
So thank you very much for the offer, but I'll suffocate if my feet stay on the ground a moment longer
So kiss me goodbye, I'm heading off to the western sky now!
Yes, I believe in fantasy, because the best part about it is flying
And the worst thing about flying is the knowledge that sooner or later you have to come down
Well, screw the laws of gravity, I never cared much for them anyways
I'll be on cloud 9 instead