Dear the purity

Drawing the monumental fantasy with their tiny axons

Crafting the skyscrape in the smogs of their subtle world

Away from the drizzles of terror, outlying from the graining commentators

Away from the constriction

Driven to their own endearing sphere

They chuckle with the large waves

Beneath their own lovely world

Limitless fables they carry

Amongst their own recreational puzzles

They were the transparency for a blemished world

They were the clarity to this perplexed twirl

Discolored sphere is masked with the illusory shades

Shades that nudge every inhales, stirring upon this synthetic verses

Colors were the senses of joy but these dyes were concealing the entire psyche

Giant zeal we behold but they ease the scoped dynamism

Small in their world, no fears of imagination

Small in their essence, no blends of illusions