When the anonymous approach and pass,
The possibilities do endless seem.
For whom of such fortune does lust's light gleam ?
A glance of deeper yearning had been cast.
Shall such a fleeting hope be kept inside ?
No, temporarily this dream is meant;
For none but luckily escape dissent.
The world gives far too much value for pride.
For in as so much given foolish dance,
In gravity, some words remain unsaid.
The night before left much fortune to chance,
an illustrated bonding left for dead.
So time will pass, but faithfully commands
that what is good on earth, ever withstands.
This weight upon the shoulders, my intellect made circumspect for me, as if these circumstances weren't meant to be. Upended by this melancholy mystery, I now believe more may be set free in the possibilities.
However the end comes, I do not fear the resolution to this convolution. The sole solution for the soul pollution.
Oh mortal circle from which I've reaped the rewards within, and banished the murder of beginning, from remembrance of simpler living.
But we friendly fools continue, gazing unto the skies where through a path becoming. Seemingly such clearness, we deny the convenience of cheerful upheaval. The Golden Staircase bestows an ending quite meaningful.
Will I possess the finale's request, or meet an unsuspecting death ? The purpose regressed under mortal duress.