Along the timeline of destruction
With the flow of humanity's demise
There lay many constants
In which love tries to make us realize
That even if it was illegal
Or your partner was a seagull
It didn't matter.
Not one ounce.
That we should be any more than equal.
Destiny,
Destiny.
Where art thou leading me?
Is it to be graced by your kindness
Or is it to be doomed by your judgement?
What is a world where it matter not with whom you choose to kiss and hold all the way till dawn?
What is a world where the things we love will be respected?
And the words that leave our lips are ones from the depths of our hearts and not from the pits of an undermining hell?
Now and perhaps for forever
It shall always be
A naive dream
Which is filled with child-like hope-
Momentary and fragile.
It is
A Mere
Fantasy.