When he sleeps at night, he dreams of glorious things.  Things only he knows, he can see, he's created it all for queens and kings.  This night was different ,he could feel it in his bones. Effortlessly he tried to wake to be back in his home.  No matter how hard he tried he could never break through, to escape this dream what could he do?
He walked with Gods, not knowing his place. Wondering if there is more than just a pretty face.  They were so wrapped in beauty, they did not see how much more to life there can be.  He saw deeper than the skin, trying to reach the beauty within.
For days he was lost in a kingdom of ghosts, created by memories of a life he knows. Asking questions, looking for a clue to fid out what he is supposed to do.  Every face he see is perfect, every face is the same. His mind seemed bored, dull and plan.
Among the faces he see a light surrounded by things that give him a fright.
Although he's created this world for himself, something has changed.  Things seem darker, more cold and the people once young have now grown so old.
"Why can't you wake, what did you do, how come no one can ever see you?"
He hears a voice coming from the unknown, asking him why his body isn't shown.
Has has been forgotten. His glory fades, only seeing knowledge instead of being vain.
These Gods don't understand, they do not see, there is more to a person than just beauty.
The dream he created has become his hell,a world full of things no one would sell.  Fake and lame, yet pretty as can be, he now understands why no one can see.
The dream he once loved is for a boy, full of Gods and beauties, nothing more. To wake he must learn the truth.  There is more to beauty and youth.  He'll never truly feel until he knows beauty runs deeper than it really shows.