Thistle Seeds

Thistle seeds floating on a breeze,
Innocence sees dancing faeries,
At times you can be left deceived,
Belief though never truly leaves,
A hand reaches out to catch dreams,
Amid a magical like scene,
A trip is risked for foolishness,
Full of hopes for a granted wish,
At times but inches out of reach,
A missed chance massacres the peace,
Wants distance from movements of haste,
To change our fate we'll put up chase,
Childhood and dreams up in the air,
Adulthood's childhood without fears,
Real life holds dreams with gravity,
Harder to achieve but more sweet.