I fantacise, romanticise
Romanticism, romantic schisms.
Lapses in mentality, from romantic
Fatality.
The aggression I display,
Begs to be soothed
Calmed by the touch of
The unprecedented.
To feast my eyes
Upon my future in disguise.
And bathe in the sound
Of the profound, let it whisper,
As it barrages and ravages
My every mind.
There will be no peace until then.
But it draws near, I'm sure,
Allow me to lean my everything
On the key stone of my sanity.
Curb the profanity and expel
The depravity.
Do not use the word,
It undermines ungraciously.
Revel in the comfort
That the future draws nearer.
An infinite table cloth that will sweep
But not topple,
The stability of hopefulness.