Apparently, a vision of unrelenting state
is undeniably existent in nature,
the fruit of unrequited dreams endure
to suffer from it? Nay, cross the intersection of fate.
Into the core of this mind lies, a tiny
tiny sheets of folding and aspirations;
many of sorts, in the same awkward proportions,
some different, unique, wanting to touch its shiny.
Only time, a limited time, frail excessiveness
but everything just flutters to and fro
seducing me, enticing treat of compulsiveness
to act in it, wantonly, to job it all without a flaw.
Hail to you, child-like bottle of dreams, build no sarcasm
Never rush, one by one you’ll meet each phantasm.
15th of June 2012