Twenty First Century Insanity

No longer will I wait up for you
For too long has time grew
And showed me my mistakes,
Your daggers and stakes
Freedom runs through the creek
With the pureness I seek.
Barefoot I walk the trail
For blindly I have fell,
Twentieth Century insanity
blends so well with its vanity.
The old Magic is left behind
By this world's small mind.

Pure

The Magically Untouchable awaits,
Down the stream of pure nature
So close to reality,
Yet untouched by insanity
She's there:
Dipping in to the old world
Embraced though by our world
Everything beyond words
Sight or Emotion
But nothing at all,
Except the insanity sinking in!
She is my Fairy
The pureness left inside of me