Along the timeline of destruction With the flow of humanity's demise There lay many constants In which love tries to make us realize That even if it was illegal Or your partner was a seagull It didn't matter. Not one ounce. That we should be any more than equal. Destiny, Destiny. Where art thou leading me? Is it to be graced by your kindness Or is it to be doomed by your judgement? What is a world where it matter not with whom you choose to kiss and hold all the way till dawn? What is a world where the things we love will be respected? And the words that leave our lips are ones from the depths of our hearts and not from the pits of an undermining hell? Now and perhaps for forever It shall always be A naive dream Which is filled with child-like hope- Momentary and fragile. It is A Mere Fantasy.
Came up with this on the train ride home a while back.