Sometimes
Sadness,
It's like the childhood blanket
You use from time to time.

It's like rain,
when your dry at home.

It's like old acquaintances
that you meet by the road.

It's when the world grows narrower
and you grow bigger.

It's when dragon are not real
nor fairies nor elves
nothing at the end of the rainbow

It's when fairy tales starts lying
and dreams
All end in death.