Cover or Content, Which One?

The poem is written like a story, and basically passing out a message that you can not discover a person or thing from the outside, until you move closer which is the inside.

Like a log of wood on friday's afternoon I fell on my bed. Like a baby asleep holds to his toy so I held to my pillow full of a lot dreams, and not being able to remember any, but not this one: I was in a garden of flowers. I seem to be lost like a child trapped in a floor wondering where the exit is. I was confronted with so much beautiful flowers that I forget about the exit. So much desirable are they from afar that I decided to draw closer, but I was surprised to find that the more I draw the less beautiful they look. I immediately felt bad then I remembered my problem. I remembered that I need to find an exit from the lost garden I was swallowed by. As I continued in my search, I caught the sight of these rare flowers. They are very small and not good looking. So they are not desirable, but something kept pushing me closer to them. And when I'm have come before them, behold they are very interesting and beautiful than the rest of the flowers, with a smell I can not live without. So I was in the garden surrounded with beatiful fragrance forgetting I need to find an exit.