The Snowglobe

Fairylands don't exist,
You look at pictures and you wish
If you had wings, you could fly away,
Catch a fairy, make your day;

But nothing's what it seems to be,
A star or even this galaxy,
There is no beginning and no end,
Time is stuck and we are unpenned.

My life in unwritten as of yet,
My book is blank and pen's still wet,
My heart is gone and body remains,
Frantic headaches and startling pains.

Sleep forever, my dear friend,
Its the answer we come to at end;

And I am, my dear friend,

Always held close-

Trapped in a pretty magical snow globe,
It snows and snows and it's pretty from outside.
But you don't know the cold inside.

You don't know. The cold inside.