Am I run mad that I believe?
In things that others cannot see.
I do not wish you to relieve
me of divine insanity.
I can reject reality
it holds but small allure for me.
I much prefer my fantasy.
My dreams that others cannot see.
Although you doubt my sanity.
That does not mean you are correct
The things I see you cannot see.
You are too frightened to accept.
Your mind is closed you do not see
Remove the blinkers from your eyes
and see the fairies everywhere.
All I can do is sympathise.
You do not really want to see.
Your version of reality
is all you think that there can be.
But still you dare to pity me.