Compulsory presence for this day's affair,

Compulsory presence for this day's affair,

Detainees beckoning kids with vigilance and care.

The kids would sit and the inmates would confide,

Instilling gratitude for life on the outside.

I sat there and listened, nary a frown,

But my appreciation for freedom had somehow drowned.

My mind raced, drawn to the girl in command,

Her shoulder-length blonde hair, an irresistible demand.

I didn't know her, but I felt I must,

A dream urging me towards her, my desires thrust.

Each step I took, with mounting weight,

Like a stretched rubber band, sealing my fate.

My mind awakened, my body to follow,

Summoning all my strength, I spoke, feeling hollow.

"What is your name?" I asked, filled with zeal,

Unaware of the significance, my question surreal.

Her confusion apparent, she pondered within,

Unknowing that her world was about to wear thin.

Deep down I knew, I destroy worlds without rest,

My mere presence unfurls their reality, put to the test.

But if I remember, just one name in my mind,

Their worlds persist, a chance to revisit, I find.

Her world didn't vanish, but only because,

I remembered her face, her eyes, who she was.

I saw her again, when I returned once more,

Through parking lots, airports, and a swirling watertube floor.

Hidden hedges, a pool concealing from view,

I asked names from the crowd, searching for her anew.

Realizing that in dreams, names may be concealed,

For as that world shattered, I took to a slide, feeling thrilled.

Transported to the world where my heart truly belonged,

In the mall, I remembered her, my curiosity strong.

I wandered to a bookstore on the second floor,

Where she worked, my fear begging me to ignore.

Approaching her, I asked her name again,

But my dream abruptly ended, cut short, and then...

It seemed her name, in this world, was a forbidden lore,

Perhaps, not meant for me to know, forevermore.

She exists in her world, untouched by my hand,

Despite the worlds I've destroyed, as my intelligence planned.

A world without me would have been just fine,

But as its creator, its destruction felt divine.