Purchase Passion

There's a place I went once. there were large trees and bright flowers. The clouds had a sparkle as they smiled down upon me. Everyone said I was nuts but I couldn't help but to fall in love. I smiled often and accepted only happiness. The clouds followed me but the sparkle faded. The trees suddenly seemed to shrink. Those flowers once vibrant and pure, withered within seconds after the first wrinkle-bound frown. A spurious compass says return but intuition wins on intellectual ground. Unsure, intellect could be the burden I've now accepted. However, the compass is possibly the inpiration I've sold for devotion. I suppose I have no choice but to recreate the large trees, paint the bright flowers and glue sparkle on those clouds until the place I exist decides to smile my way first.