My mind has drifted far from here, to a realm not yet real
following hints of what could be, on the path now over grown
fantasies I once knew, ruminations of bygone years
pipes of Pan sound in my ears, in the distance, near at hand
prompting me to dance again, this is fully lust’s domain
reality crossing the labyrinth, on the edge of sanity
there I stand and wonder why Cupid struck without regard
what was lost was for the best in the balance of the world
put aside, lest all know, the fevered dreams of a fool
reveries of of the base desire, passions nurtured deep inside
held at ebb in judgment's time, to discern where I am
one or the other will be my end in realms of bliss or nightmare’s stead.
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