the future is not a dead end,
what i deemed dead survives,
but to actually persist,
this is where the trouble lays,
inadvertently misled,
maybe you're the one exception,
seize this sailing ship down solitary seas,
toast our union, initiate it's foundation,
i will tend to it's preservation,
and pacify it's appetite.
should I ally with time?
to await your approaching arms,
this day, a dream long ago deceased,
shall i revive or let you breathe it back to life?