Member Rara Avis
Wandering timelessly through a wasteland of doubt,
thoughts of you perish-
My mind drifts,
confusion jerking at the tethers of reality's grasp.
Pulled this way-
I find myself dreaming...
Of a future...
A destiny filled with impossibilities and realized probabilities.
A step closer,
approaching destinations of fantasy's desire.
Beneath my feet of iron,
the hopes of others become diminished corpses,
Reverberations of questions fly light years,
only to bounce back a second later.
And just at the climax,
I approach my throne...
am I still dreaming?
Where did I go wrong, I never needed this before,
I need a woman, to help me feel.