You look at the World with the fairytale of Life still intact
well hidden at the back of your mind
right next to the trapped logic
that cannot help you with the trolls in the closet
and the wolf under the bed
With pride you meet the fairies in the forest and ride the unicorn
and sincerely swear that you will never grow up
while the strawberry cake still tastes like summer and birds' singing
and money and decisions are of no importance
But one day you will stumble upon a small unnoticable key
IT will be there in the grass in front of your bare feet
and you will pick it up and hold it up close in front of your freckled noses
and while you squint your eyes to read the strange signs
you feel something stir deep in your minds
It will feel like a tinkling sensation
like a notion of systems and with the metallic taste of deeper understanding
and as you put the key in your pocket
and open your eyes
logic breaks out of it's prison and forever break the lock
Like a shining light it will fill your bodies
and it will feel like everything sinks into place
while you are dragged up in an increasingly tighter spiral, to end at the tip of the mountain
You will look out and see everything
Then you will look in and find nothing apart from the burned remains of the shoe box
in which you kept the fairytale of Life
And many years later, you will find the shoes under the bed, take the coat in the closet
and walk through the forest with wet cheeks, calling for the fairies and the unicorn
who now have escaped forever to a time you will never be able to reach
