Free Will

Aesthetically impaired.
The time has come;
I'm now prepared
to tame the beast.

Slowly fading memories
wilt away the real.
Concealment is a vice
but a virtue it I feel.

Oh, you precious stranger,
don't you fear what's up ahead.
Those dreams are filled with strength,
depsite the darkness in your bed.

So interconnected are the ways of outcast lovers,
but beneath the moon, the stars, the vastness one discovers
that the infinite abyss is but a fairytale that's fallen.
The free will we've been gifted means we choose if we go all in.