Please sit next to me…

Please sit next to me…
Tell me what you are feeling…
Take a break from the dashing and ambling about…
It is okay if it takes a while.

I will show you that you are not a statue…
And help you understand if you are falling or dancing…
Open up your heart to me…
And let the darkness fall like autumn leaves from a tree.

Did you know that we are all just old kings and queens?
That there is magic everywhere…
However, there is no magic in money…
Isn’t that the ultimate irony?

You should take pride in your craftsmanship…
Oh, you didn’t know that you are a craftsman…
After all you can make anything you want…
There are stories of your magic everywhere.

By now you realize that this is but a temporary place…
Your aim, in the end, is to simply fly away…
It may seem always out of reach…
But it is closer than you can imagine.

I love you,

Annie