dreams of someone who is slowly drifting to a place of belonging

why should we cling to what we don't know?
simply a fairytale, a legend
of something long ago

warped into a byzantine mystery
but why should we care
if we can't even prove the existence of
something that's not there.

we were raised into thinking
everything was good and true
then it came clear that those stories
just weren't quite on cue.

these people have always wanted
something to hold near and dear
and something they could love
but love in great fear

they think they have their wish
many in a different way
yet most think lowly of others
much to everyone's dismay

many say that you're lost
when you find your sense
but even then you realize
they'll always have some sort of defense

[this was just kind of a random, rhyming thing. i don't usually write like this. XD. it does mean something, though.]