"I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination."
I turn to the door.
Do I leave reality?
Tell me, who am I?
If I go back will I ever be able to return to this place I now call "MyLand?"
I've stalled for too long but it doesn't feel right.
I'm leaving my friends behind, but...they never cared about me!
All they did was use me!
And what happened when I wasn't good enough anymore?- they abandoned me, left me out in the blazing heat to die.
Good-bye reality, it's my imagination's turn now.
Just one little step.
What's this beating in my chest?
I won't regret it!
One step is all it will take.
Please God, make the door vanish!
vague allusions, fragrant truth