If the kaleidoscope of life and love were written like a fairy tale,
Surely we will graciously succeed.
However it is a game of chess,
Sadly given the role of a pawn,
Hoping for check mate as the new queen.

Destinations of blurred lines,
Ancient and aging like fine wines.
The psyche plane,
Forever one jumbled mess,
Collateral puzzle pieces,
Like dull glass splinters.
Wavelengths transcending beyond what we know,
Reality and fantasy all in one show,
Every day is pisces season,
So much so daydreaming should be high treason.
No one can comprehend...