You found your dreams below the mountain you just climbed
Your princess is in another castle
Your dreams come to you, and the more you follow your dreams, the less they come
Of failure, and failure once more
That your princess and romance and songs and movies are but fantasy
And only that life is to be the one less desperate
That someone's struggles are more than your own
And that your a million misters away from where you want
That you're shrowded in the one you need to be, wet and cold
And you grow sadder and wiser.
That your quest is over
And your prize is not happiness but continuation
That your sons can relive the process
Of building castles and mountains
When but salt and sand are necessary
The only happy place is in your head
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