Treasure hunt
A hidden room
Little bottles
Pink perfume
Glitter the material
Building the ethereal
Big eyes
Small hands they
Open like a jewelry box
Secrets are the diamonds lost
Dripping from new grazed knee
When did we learn to believe
In the illusion
Feeling just like prison
Funds are insufficient
Moving forward always holds the hurt of reminiscence
Non existent
How to miss it
It’s too late
too late no
It’s too late
Too late
it’s gone
Dressing up to just stay in
Growing imagination
Waking from a nightmare feeling touched
Feeling not enough too much
Learning to fake it
Constant indecision
Internal division
Why is it not just like what is shown on television
Non existent
How to miss it
It’s too late
too late no
It’s too late
Too late
it’s gone
Pushing away is just holding on
As embracing letting go
What’s the difference between right or wrong
Making peace with I don’t know