It's Gone

Treasure hunt A hidden room Little bottles Pink perfume Glitter the material Building the ethereal Big eyes Small hands they Open like a jewelry box Secrets are the diamonds lost Dripping from new grazed knee When did we learn to believe In the illusion Feeling just like prison Funds are insufficient Moving forward always holds the hurt of reminiscence Non existent How to miss it It's too late Too late no It's too late Too late It's gone Dressing up to just stay in Growing imagination Waking from a nightmare touched Feeling not enough too much Learning to fake it Constant indecision Internal division Why is it not just like what is shown on television Non existent How to miss it It's too late Too late no It's too late Too late It's gone Non existent How to miss it It's too late Too late no It's too late Too late It's gone Pushing away is just holding on As embracing's letting go What's the difference between right or wrong Making peace with I don't know