Dreamscapes of a falsified intimate paradise
Magnified by the wishes of
A lost individual,
A time or a place which would seem remedial,
A sleep or a time of great waiting and fading,
Where the mind does decay but the soul still there lay.
A time of great celebratory love which comes from the love of three,
Only a few of many shall see
What is offered to thee.
Though opportunity given to all,
Where some shall climb and win this wall
Others shall try and shall indefinitely fall,
Where others shall lay idle and not try at all.
Elysium waits at thy gate oh youth,
Though not during thy rest,
But till after at best.