True, I Quest for coincidence and mystery
And true, I dread the terror of history
Myths in religions are sacred stories
But now so many discount those glories
I find my heart in fantasies
Even though she doesn’t find me
It’s not just escape, I truly mean it
More a place to try and redeem it
Fragile magic, impossible Dream
Despite despair and my silent scream
I can’t give up, though I know I’m mortal
I keep on looking for the poetic portal.