The Good Kind of Unknown

Believing in magic is the most wonderful thing
Like there could truly be a possibility to be swept away
And ride on the backs of dragons like in the fables

Then again, fables are just fables

Believing in magic is an excuse for naïveté and innocence and unknowingness
Although you are wrong, nobody would ever tell you so
So it's okay to dream of flying with the fairies from the stories

Then again, stories and just stories

But why should they be
Because it's a rare occasion that our own naïveté sets us free
In a good way