You may have a Rumplestiltskin complex
The mentality that it is your duty
To weave straw into gold...
A longing to certify the inauthentic
To extract the diamond from the rough
To instigate a Cinderella story
A belief that there is beauty in a beast
(In the eye of the proverbial beholder)
A primal need to behold all there is to see
And when you finally are cognizant of your own idealism,
Right before you shed another weary tear,
You discover that that which you seek and cannot find
...you can create...
Perhaps you can even be it yourself.
Perhaps you may be the scarecrow
Whom, upon the sunrise, finds he has the Midas touch.
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