Stabbing Windmills

What a pity

You say

Your imagination

Ran away

Oh what dreadful pain

Confined in the mundane

Norms and trends

Who could bare it

March in place

Daily grind

Walls encroach

A free mind

No restraint

Remove the chains

Frolicking in fields

Standing on chairs

Stabbing windmills

Dancing gleefully unaware

Capturing reluctant smiles

Making unlikely friends

Flying with dragons

Proper tea with Queens

Selling a ponytail

For prices obscene

Trading precious stones

For more precious friends

Wistfully spinning

Happy endings

This is where life begins

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