Fiction

Fiction,

This world,

Of,

Fiction,

What,

Can this,

Say,

Of ourselves,

This world of fiction,

Is simply,

A reflection,

Of,

Our,

Very being,

You draw upon sources,

From the Within,

And create a story,

From the Without,

The fiction,

Becomes the Real,

Believe it strongly enough,

And perhaps,

A fairy,

Shall,

Appear before,

You,

To grant you,

A wish,

Perhaps,

Even,

You will,

Lead your most dream-like,

Life,

Because,

You’ve now,

Connected to the,

Author,

The writing spirit,

Of this great big Narrative,

And asked,

This,

Power,

To aid,

You,

In your fictitious,

Dreams,

Your friends,

Your family,

You homes,

Your,

Life,

You ask,

For them to be,

Beautifully,

Unfolded,

Ripened,

Enlightened,

And shown the way,

To,

You,

With,

No doubt,

The Great,

Fiction,

It is in this dream,

That we can see,

That we can play,

That we can,

Hear,

And listen to music,

Music,

Is a spectacle,

And we,

We,

Puny,

Creatures,

Of this earth,

Have been,

Given,

This,

Gift,

Of,

Music,

How?,

Not to question,

But simply to,

Appreciate,

My friend,

So listen,

Listening,

Is the true Key,

The Key,

To open,

The door to your heart,

And through this hallway,

All can be burned,

And forgotten,

And,

Forgotten,

But,

Not,

Lost,

Only,

Calm,

And absorbed,

In the,

Paradise,

Which,

Has been,

There,

All,

Along,

Fictitious,

But real.