Choosing and chasing a midsummer’s dreams,
Is this time, and the time I spend
Devising, Daydreaming or delusional?
Is this even what it seams?
or more stranger than true?
The course of love never did run smooth
I having fallen truly once before
know all of the signs and signals
Alluring, appealing, and angelic
Could I really be the one made for you to adore?
Will I awaken an ass?
Or like Demitrius still in my heart, and ready to accept what fate has for me?
Caught up in this fatuous fantasy
in secrecy, in silence
in smiles, and in glances, and a recondite romance(s)
Would admission make the world ecstasy?
Or would you run away, given new conviction by convention?
No…you would never choose your love through another’s eye.
So for now I wait
for reckless to become resolute
for frightened to become firm
for this midsummer’s dream to become my fate
Lord what fools these mortals be.
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