Face the world kid, don't just sit there.
and sail away, staircases made of shimmering gold, glisten
Are you listening to me?
Listening to the music of the fairies, dancing, dreaming
Good. Your teachers tell me you haven't
flown away, on a cloud of magic to where the snowflakes dance
been paying attention in class. Now, what kind of
pink fairy do you see? Puff, like a raspberry smelling reflection
attitude is that? You've got to get both
eyes looking out upon the stars, past the m&ms which don't melt
feet on the ground. You've got to stop
walking and start soaring, with the worlds of heaven
daydreaming, and start
young thoughts walking upon the path of wishes
doing things. The world
is full of wonders which are across the simmering sea
is there for the taking. But you
are a walker through the sands of eternity, a watcher of pretty nothings
have to be strong. Take your
dreams and fly away from the yellow brick road and into the enchanted forest
life and do something with it. Take control
Control of reality, fantasy, illusion,
Good. I'm glad we've had this little talk.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.