somewhere in possibility
lies your lust: your option
as a massive imbellishment
to a character developed of forgotten memories
if attained then what
to never have
completely lack of a social ability called departure

laying grounds to a violent anomaly
of which modern pride can no longer exist
feasting upon cliches of a selfish enviornment

a possible outcome shadowed
by a malevolent entity
undecided if this chance warrants an emotion

failing, crawling, stuck,... fuck.