the secret garden


it's just an old gazebo.
but sometimes, more often than not i like to picture that it's a secret garden.
i'll walk through it pretending it isn't somewhere i go almost every week
and imagine my overwhelming enchantment in finding a secret garden of my very own.
a place where i can get away and be someone completely different.
where no one has any preconceptions about my character.
where past mistakes do not exist.
where no one even knows my name.
and there, no one tells me to grow up, no one tells me what i can't do right.
i'm not a burden.
and i'll stand there and take it all in and come out
refreshed...
back in the real world thinking maybe things aren't so bad... maybe ... maybe...

but anyways, it's just an old gazebo.