A whole different world-
a world with layers and chambers.
Things swirl around-
blue and purple smoke,
pink and red sweetness,
yellow and green tartness
rainbows of confusion
and blackness deeper than space.
There is no key to this world,
you have been locked out-
for fear you will destroy it,
and release the blackness into all of it-
all the layers,
all the chambers.
If you want in, you must fight-
a long, tiring struggle for one world.
I don't believe it's worth it-
there are many wonderful chambers,
but one wrong step, and you can fall,
and once you fall into the blackness,
it's another struggle out,
and you will destroy the world,
and you will run.
This lock that's lost its key would stay this way,
and my heart would never let anyone in again.
(But if you are gentle making your way into the world,
the world will not let you go,
you'll be stuck there,
and my heart will finally be filled)