They're all idiots.

They’re naive;

Those who say you can’t steal stars

And hide them in your pockets
To use them as weapons

Lest the world should ever try

To dull your shine.

They’re patronizing;

Those who live their whole lives

Trying to chase sunlight

In shadows of unfulfilled dreams

Telling you that

It’s a compromised fate

We all must share.

They’re delusional;

Those who believe

That falling out of love

Is hardly as easy

And significant

As falling into it.

They’re lying;

Those who say

You can’t think of

Losses and tragedies

With just as much fondness

As you do, joys and love.

They’re weakhearts;

Those who convince you

That your brain is too little

To think up massive thunderstorms

Of magic and miracles

And make it big, really big.

They’re all idiots.