Instantaneous instinct in the shadows of
My yesterday; the nostalgic scent sickens me.
What used to plunge my soul in hypnosis
Is now a long-lost, hurtful memory,
A reflection in which I've built immunity
To withstand subconsious's torture,
To stare through the flesh
As if I'm the overlord causing mayhem
When it's not the latter,
For it is shielded underneath the
Calm oceans of my sight.
Responsibilities provoke robotic demeanor-
Always the behavioral norms-
But life's mysteriousness summons the human,
The lively intent rainbowing these fantasies
Where obligations are replaced with free will,
Where fake smiles disspate with genuine laughter.
So surfaces distinctive fantastic and fabulous
Because nostalgia's hypnosis and life's mysteriousness
Are foiling forces competiting for the touch of the future,
Fighting for a final say in this relationship.