He is an old man by the hills lost in his troubled worlds
of forbidden kingdoms and fairies.
He has no qualms of the present nor the future
but the past of glorious times as he claims.
His silent eyes look away in search of a peace
he craves in desperate longing.
The blurred vision at times fails to look straight
into the needle of reality and ends up
getting pricked by the slings and arrows
of an incomplete paradise of possibilities and love.
His despair hope floats every dawn to disappear in nowhere
only to return to its familiar home by dusk
like an old, broken, abandoned record.
The world has traveled past him and his forgotten kingdoms;
but he still awaits his fairy princess and her kiss to bring him life.
Every solitude of his lost heart pines
for that displaced glory in a bleak hope
that the charm still works wonder.
He is an old man by the hills.
of forbidden kingdoms and fairies.
He has no qualms of the present nor the future
but the past of glorious times as he claims.
His silent eyes look away in search of a peace
he craves in desperate longing.
The blurred vision at times fails to look straight
into the needle of reality and ends up
getting pricked by the slings and arrows
of an incomplete paradise of possibilities and love.
His despair hope floats every dawn to disappear in nowhere
only to return to its familiar home by dusk
like an old, broken, abandoned record.
The world has traveled past him and his forgotten kingdoms;
but he still awaits his fairy princess and her kiss to bring him life.
Every solitude of his lost heart pines
for that displaced glory in a bleak hope
that the charm still works wonder.
He is an old man by the hills.
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