Sonnet X

The divided persona longs for Time:

Those days of the Dream that never ended - 

Long before the need to commence the Climb,

When the Future was safely suspended.

Those isolated days were Forever,

And eternity was composed of You - 

Soaked in the chemicals of contentment,

Spread out in an all encompassing view

Of Now and Tomorrow's happy advent.

But this spinning world demands our Actions,

And will not allow security's Rest,

Or the self fulfilling of Predictions

Without the Obliteration of Peace.

Thus I...