New eyes for the despised

There’s a non-existant fairy tale, made up in my mind.
With people of unrealistic characters, and settings that don’t align.
Distance has distorted my ideals,
now my heart can’t tell what’s real.
This is a night I know the stars won’t shine.
Like flipping through a book, the days trample my pages.
Scratches the cover with some shattered cages
that once contained shallow waters, 
now released, I can go further.
To the deepest, brightest, most brilliant of places.