You Must Face your Fairytale
A challenge to get the ball rolling in favour of my end of the court. So many possibilities swipped from under my feet, to no offence to anyone.
It’s a tricky town. Full of dreamers and stockbrokers. A harsh opposite of realities.
And you step into a room. Full of other dreamers.
And they look to you for direction. And you give it. Bravely taking on years of experience to make sure they have water and food.
Not stepping on toes.
All while stepping on toes.
I need a suit. A dress that carries the weight. However small.
I need a crew, to carry the burden with me, to trust that the idea that besets us is one worth carrying.
A dream this is. A wistful journey.
A mini nightmare, and soluble solution.