My first speculations of imagination seemed like a fantasy that would never come to be.
The daydreams shifted, then notifying myself of actual opportunities to idealize on.
Apprehension and larceny caused those hopes to vanish into Oblivion.
Now all of my delusions are nightmares,
And it seems that there is dissatisfaction from the scam of deceptive love and devotion.
I wonder if these visions are telepathically linked from your conscience to mine,
Or if they're all only my own conspiracies
In which I hope redundantly.
~D
