I sit alone, sheltered
within a world of mystery—
of endless imagination.
Breathing heavily,
lying deep within history,
page after page.
But something called,
stirring me from within—
perhaps a simple lie.
A world, a false life
that seems real,
but is, in truth, not.
It is called reality—
though it may be
quite imaginary.
Pretending to be
something more,
yet only make-believe.
Yes, perhaps a false world,
or a hidden secret
for the lonely, beautiful girl.
I hope you keep it.
