Sparkatale

Behind green eyes rests
A secondary world of
Endless thoughts and dreams
A busy, bustling world

But few people are allowed
To visit this place, for
This world is fragile
And no one can be trusted

So many try to find the key,
A way to get inside
But this world is shut off tight
For a fear of people

Who pretend to care but
People who leave pain in
Their wake and those who
Refuse to be trustworthy

And so the world grows dark
And so the world starts to rain
But the world is still protected
From a flood by other forces

And so the world grows bright
And so the world flourishes
For the world is still protected
From the outside forces.

Endless thoughts and dreams
A busy, bustling world...