The Last Arabesque
This is the first time
Of many more times
That make all the other times
Seem utterly and completely
-meaningless
A fallacy, a fantasy, a dream
But reality none-the-less
I wish not to be a part of
I wish to drift away from
But alas I'm in bondage
Self-proclaimed disipline
Actuality: a hostage
Tied to goals unwanted
To reach dreams unfounded
Need to keep myself grounded
And just hope for the best
Cling to the small passions
And learn all the new dances
Don't miss out on any chances
Enjoy the freedom I have left
...lest we forget
Of many more times
That make all the other times
Seem utterly and completely
-meaningless
A fallacy, a fantasy, a dream
But reality none-the-less
I wish not to be a part of
I wish to drift away from
But alas I'm in bondage
Self-proclaimed disipline
Actuality: a hostage
Tied to goals unwanted
To reach dreams unfounded
Need to keep myself grounded
And just hope for the best
Cling to the small passions
And learn all the new dances
Don't miss out on any chances
Enjoy the freedom I have left
...lest we forget
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