Vas's Poem

I had a magic pencil So I drew myself a dream; I'd known this world I thought I saw Could not be all it seemed. I walked up to my empty wall And drew myself a door; With one soft push it opened wide And cautiously I stepped inside Leaving all my fears behind me Laying on the floor. Beyond my doorway lay the world As I knew it to be: A canvas blank for each to paint Their own Reality. I saw the skies bleedingwith rainbows From sleepless imaginations And in my heart of heart Of hearts I knew This story I'd created Would end- As all such stories should- In a cloud of butterflies...