Trembling impression stirs a withdrawn romantic
to that passionate profession so frenzied and frantic;
with its wild ideal in disregard to affection,
a fantastic reveal brings this dream of perfection.

But the stroll towards the threshold winds minute to millennia,
a fever within the mind turns daring to dementia;
and what felt so domestic slowly becomes foreign
as harmony, once majestic, slips into distortion.

Another delay now convinces this retreat,
where 'always was' will stay in fear of defeat;
denying this memory from a time never crossed,
only granted to reverie and allowed to be lost.