044. I Hope You Keep It

I sit alone, sheltered,

within a world of mystery,

of endless imagination.

Breathing heavily, 

lying deep within history,

page after page.

But something called,

waking me up inside,

that is, a simple lie.

A world, a false life

that which seems real,

but is, in fact, not.

It is called reality,

though, it is also

quite imaginary.

Pretending to be,

yet it is something

that is only make believe.

Yes, perhaps a false world,

or a hidden secret, 

for the lonely, beautiful girl.

I hope you keep it…