Imaginary

I built this little imaginary world of mine to get away from it all.

It was a refuge.

I could get away from them.

I hadn't felt so happy in the longest time.

And then it was intruded.

I can't explain it now,

It was as though someone had taken everything I owned,

Taken it and put it through a gigantic paper shredder.

This intruder,

He was called...

Well, we used to be friends.

Then something happened.

And well, they took my sandy beaches and made them rocky,

Took my clear, sunny days for rainy and cloudy ones,

Made my wild flower fields into land development.

And my little Tiki house neighborhood?

Gone.

All gone.

That's what happens when people are mean.

Imaginary worlds are destroyed.

And although that has to happen,

It's not fair to be forced into the big, cruel world like that.

Imaginary worlds...

Are imaginary

But more important then is possible to say.