The weight of golden reverie 
A burden on decided fate 
The future burns brilliantly, but fantasy still dwells here 
My past realities fighting to coexist 
I want to house all that comes to me 
Without shame painting the walls 
A house I've built of my own accord,
staunchly refusing demolition
Regret would be reasonable, 
but reason cannot guide me in this 
Your quiet allusions to our once shameless soirees
Casual reminders of a lost life 
Choices are a peculiar thing, 
there’s rarely an indisputable answer 
Acceptance is the most admirable adversary