Manic Pixie Dream Girl

Manic Pixie Dream Girl
© Surazeus
2018 05 05

I am not your manic pixie dream girl,
she sings in the lullaby voice of birds
while twirling in her carefree joy for life,
then sprouts silk wings and flies up to the moon.

I am not here to teach soulful young men
who brood about the ennui of existence
to embrace infinite mysteries of life
by going forth on spontaneous adventures.

You cannot see inner life of my heart
that teems with visions of secret desires
because my charmingly beautiful face
is nothing more than mirror of your hopes.

I am not here to provide spiritual guidance
nor teach you about important life lessons
through mystical help of divine insight
for you are not the savior of our world.

I have goals independent from your quest
for I am on my own journey for truth,
and pretending to guide you to the garden
of heavenly wisdom is my own trick.

You idealize me as some magic thing
instead of seeing me as this real person
for I have my own goals on road of life
since I am a girl and not your growth phase.

I am not the Muse who inspires your art
for I am the Muse who sings my own visions
while you are scribe who writes down my deep thoughts,
attributing me as deep fount of wisdom.

I am not your manic pixie dream girl,
she laughs and gently pushes at his chest
while they walk together by the park river,
and he smiles while gazing in her vast eyes.