A path has led me to a wall,
Overgrown with moss
Barely there, beyond the vines
And as I stare at it, 
I realize that there is no door,
No rusted lock with a missing key
No secret garden beyond the crumbling brick
Short of climbing,
No way to see past the barrier.
And knowing that a mystery exists
That I cannot decipher
Is enough to spark my imagination
And create a world, unattainable,
Which provides all of my deepest wishes.
Sighing, because I know it is not real,
I turn from the wall
And realize, as I trace my footsteps back
That all of my wishes
Have already come true.