Let them set the stage, commence playing our game.
For keeps, you say, while wandering eyes and hearts are tamed.
Lucid perceptions of what could be our lives, but most of the time loosely spent immobilized.
Look before you leap was implanted in our minds.
Eternity is a cold killer, subtly set behind the colors of our eyes.
We played it off as nothing, stayed cool and maintained, secluded warmth under winter weather reign.
Get comfortable now, and let down those locks. I'll make time to navigate through them, just for a shot.
Poetic?
I think not, because indefinite rhythms pulse along with these thoughts.