idyllic prospects

vigorous forces

will knock you down, and

rigorous sources

will mock your ground;

but the golden hour,

emboldens your power,

your imminent duty and

omnipotent beauty can

actually drive you

and that crude reality

chose to revive you

from accrued, self-misery

and you know it’s time to,

reclaim the world as new;

idyllic prospects

must earn your respect

and swear to protect

your deepest secrets;

if you start to regress,

just process your progress,

the journey’s no recess,

but bright lights will floresce;

auspicious voices

increase in sound, and

ambitious choices

keep you around;

you’ve drowned out the sour,

you sprout like a flower,

you represent blooming strands

of radiant, booming plans

you swiftly climb to,

the imbued lucidity

and it degrimes you

of your feud with sanity

and you know it’s time to,

inflame the vibrant view;

idyllic prospects

must earn your respect

and swear to protect

your deepest secrets;

if you fall to pieces,

they’ll be there to clean it,

swear an oath and mean it,

despite all your demons;

when the path of

hope and wrath comes

to a crossroads

you can toss loads

of your depiction

of pure affliction,

and the sensation

you feel

of liberation

is real.

by Zoe Frenchman