Home

Hope, for me,

has been more like a forgotten house key.

The mundane takes my mind hostage

and I lock myself out of my home;

the very one I began building as a child.

He-man and She-Ra stacking Legos

while the G.I. Joes bravely stand guard,

the Transformers in the driveway,

and Little Ponies prancing in the yard.

After superman put on the roof,

I stocked the bedroom closet with glass slippers,

and then followed 

the scent of celebration

to see Strawberry Shortcake baking in the kitchen.

Now I'm outside

like a stranger,

peering into the very same window

that I used to gaze out of...

The magic window

the only one where I could watch

Lady and The Tramp
 chasing after The Grinch.

The only window where I could go,

 to taste the cotton candy sky

When I pressed my face against it

and the sweetness left my heart all dizzy.
Though sadly, the magic doesn't work

from the side where I'm standing
 and the only key is locked inside. 
If I break-in, it won't ever be the same
 Now, I'm the only one to blame
 for forgetting to take it with me
 so I could come back home.