A mist lingers,

Haunting and cruel.

Carrying with it the fountain of youth.

Filled with lies,

Advertised with truth.

Clouding our senses,

Tempting defenses,

All in attempt to keep us defenseless.

Blind to lust,

Overt trust,

Miscommunication becoming our crutch.

Victims to the stereotypical dream,

Swindled by the constant need to be.

Bound by such inconstancy,

Which leads to our fleeting authenticity.

Sharing connection,

But never attention.

Festering wounds destroying retention.

Yet somehow,

I still see forever.

A mist lingers,

But then again,

It never quite left.