One Minute Rhyme Mark XXXVII : Unfinished

Glenda held the glitter bag
tightly by its seams
in it she kept her secret thoughts
and sometimes little dreams
which wouldn’t fit inside her head
there simply wasn’t space
what with all the music
that played behind her face
until one day with open eyes
she let the music free
and emptied out her glitter bag
for all the world to see.