Lurking Beneath Hope.

Destiny,
I fear you for I know not of you,
I am helpless for the very same reason,
I am angered by my helplessness for the fear I have of not knowing you.

There are many desires carried in the hearts of humanity. Why so? Many are left unfulfilled birthing regrets. Regret, a word spoken deeply yet courageously as lightly. A shift of beliefs towards the reality of fate; each being meant to do what's already done in the future. Understanding this would mean ceasing the existence of regret.

Coin this acceptance a bowing out of the fight for ambitions. Dreams be dreams, the manifestation of imaged thoughts by the very core of want.

My desperation is as clear as the sun's reflection upon the open sea. 

A Crown Once Forgotten.

They find it amusing to be 'in.' To speak, act, and dress; overall to be as popular culture would. There is an existing flow but why to swim along it? Truly, there should be praise for originality in an age where everything is. Known for righting wrongs, aligning misaligns, and praising beauty, to what extent must there be an active search, and doubt, should there be victory? Luck, it is called, to leave decisions to chance; a mix-matching of events building up to destined doings. DENYING Luck, believing self empowerment; full force of effort guided by goals or desires alike. We must learn to worship beauty...

... my heart darkens for pagan like thoughts, but with

Beauty comes the desire for peace, modernism, birth of a competitive era challenging minds to depths of thoughts yet unexplored. Let there be separation of minds, grouped according to common prejudice. Prisoners imprisoned for discrimination allowed opportunities to express their hate, by mutual hate, so then even blood shed shall have merit for purity. Step forward then the, (e.g., gracious, elegant, confident, sexual) devotees of beauty. The imperfect shall be perfected.

Allow me a chance to live for a worthy Queen, or marry a Royal mind.