Wishes don't define reality
or create things out of nothing
like some indistinguishable creator
battling the odds
staking claim to the magic within.
I hoped for a dream for a time
thinking it paradise
but finding it poisonous in reality
I drank from that cup for too, too long
wondering why the blindness remained.
I detoxed, opening my eyes to the wonders of
beauty freedom and acceptance
and learned important lessons only attainable
by trial.
Alchemy isn't real. Not really.
No matter how hard it tries,
silver will never turn to gold.
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