| Alone |
Dust particles bounce off the sunlight,
Almost sparkling throughout the room,
The sight was a magical view,
For the ones that hold a magical imagination,
For the ones that lack the imaginative thoughts of a 'creative individual',
Well,
They find themselves isolated away from the beauty of fiction,
Their form just a desolate shell of an unsympathetic mindset,
Only viewing the real world, and not what lies between the lines,
The alluring world that is our fantasy.
