Aren't we scared of the future becoming more predictable? Maybe we do. Maybe you do but you are scared about the truth. You are scared to admit the love for it is queer. You know you do but you know how people get. How the world has been a jury of brutal sentence and law. Their law that ties their sanity to being just. To be humane? To be moral?
You may be scared of the future losing your minds over gold. You see it became the standard of your goal. To stack an infinite horizon far unfathomable graph. This is how the world revolves and engages its troops. To live? To dream?
You see the night is endless. My midnight memories of you in darkness. Inside me in emptiness for loving you like it's a crime. Like hopes of escaping the twist of time. The hoops of past, present, and future time. How shall we both know when we are ready? Are we just both scared of tragedy? To love in a lie is dire. Just read my eyes and tell me...
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