The gathering of all odds,
the battle to secure a place.
where fresh faces painted with confidence cluttered,
I was there standing,faking myself to be one of them.
the blooming souls opted to be defined,
I stood there along the line,
gazing towards a masterpiece of god.
Mitty of all generation,
I quickly got lost in the fantasy.
where i be the king and she the queen.
her eyes spoke out the truth,
an angel my heart shouted out.
falling for enemy line it was,
yet I chose to surrender.
hearing the call,I quickly got on my feet.
"yes sir,"was the answer I uttered.
yes,it wasn't a dream,
she was there and me never near.
