If Only It Were Real

What happens in the end?

When all is said and done,

When the wars of your story,

Is finished and done.

When your characters begin to heal,

Find new lives for themselves,

When the plot of the story is done and all is well.

A place in your heart starts to break,

When the picture running through your head begin to fade,

You lose that sense of being within the story,

You get brought back to your world,

The one where your wish was to be able to end like your story.

Sure the battle in your tale was hard,

But in the end it was worth the pain, the loss.

When you can heal and be free,

No longer captive to the darkness this world seems to see.

So what happens in the end?

Will our story end the same way?

Will we find peace and love, come together as one?

WIll we be free to live, 

Without feeling the pain and weight of the world around you?

What will happen to our leaders,

Will they start as pure?

Then lose themselves in the corruption of power?

Will it truly end as it does in movies and books?

Or do they just cut off at the part where we are all happy and looking good?

Does the story truly end where we see it stop?

Or do they really go in a cycle like us?

Is it one happy moment where they stop,

Then just leave us blind to the rest?

I wanna know,

How do I get a happy ending?

It doesn’t have to end with a prince by my side?

Or a pretty vast land of flowers where I reside.

I just wanna feel free,

Unchallenged,

Not stuck to the weight of others around me,

I want to grow up,

Find a family and Not worry about money or wars.

I want to feel the peace of the world,

‘Cause that's what it would be like,

No wars,

No Corrupt politicians,

Just living life the way it was given.

I want to see my friends,

Also happy and well,

I want there to be no evil spreading throughout the world,

I want people to realize the world we invision,

Can only happen if we all just listen.

Stop fighting over land,

Forget about bombs and explosives,

Remember when we traded for blankets and food?

When we only asked for a helping hand,

Then we would give our own hand to another?

When we survived off of growing food all together,

When we made sure everyone had what they needed,

Everything they needed to survive cold weather.

We should go back to then,

When we didn’t ask people for money,

We would value everyone,

No matter their religion,

Or body,

We would change the rights,

See everyone as equal.

This is your vision people.

I just told you,

This is why it can’t happen,

Why the end from a book can’t be reimagined,

Because we are to greedy,

To selfish,

To Corrupt,

To really give yourself the world you have dreamed of. 

Come together,

Because it's not just your dream,

Its mine, it's yours,

Its true to more than it seems, 

I long for this world,

So make it come true,

Let this poem be the start for you,

Then not only I,

But you,

Can be at peace,

Together and free,

Like we were meant to be.