My White Unicorn

And I was so wrong wrong wrong,

Trying to make my point of view,

This world so mighty and old,

And how I was nothing new.

I too fell too tired and worn,

Trying to find my white unicorn,

Always too fumbling, tumbling in the dark,

Wrong hands were right, but now they just smelt torn.

Being told that everything I say was just not true,

When all I needed was one soul to hold me through,

And then my hands touched a moving new,

Found a hand wrapped on my everything blue.

Her face was lit, Bright,

Oh how it burnt away my monstrous nights,

Her calm hands on my every side.

Look damned people, look at me!

Why would I ever need to be right?

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