Minerva Within (Poem)

(Context: this was inspired by a dream)

(Inspired song)

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A strange feeling I have never felt,

True love I only had when dreamt.

It was then I knew,

My desolate purpose.

Sometimes I think for it I only care,

An empire I will build for her.

Cured momentarily,

Of eternal solitude.

Skipping life, I've mostly philosophized.

Little experience, only wisdom I strived.

Then the Roman Minerva,

In my, unconciousness.

Sometimes I think, there is little,

To no escape.

My life is a one-way-ticket,

To Minerva's realization.

Sometimes I think, there is little,

To no escape.

My life is a one-way-ticket,

To Minerva's realization.

I was hugged,

By the Roman Goddess.

And in her arms,

Her love to me confessed.

In my distance,

From true women's behalf.

Chosen, against my will.

Any other feature,

I feel compelled to kill.

I am a philosopher,

But also, a, puppet.

Sometimes I think, there is little,

To no escape.

My life is a one-way-ticket,

To Minerva's realization.

Sometimes I think, there is little,

To no escape.

My life is a one-way-ticket,

To Minerva's realization.

My loneliness is insufferable,

But that dream makes it bearable,

Yes, I know it was a fantasy,

But it felt more concrete than reality.

Greater than any presence I had.

...

Sometimes I think, there is little,

To no escape.

(Certain duties, forever on board..)

My life is a one-way-ticket,

To Minerva's realization.

(Tenacity, spanning..)

Sometimes I think, there is little,

To no escape.

(A life of denial..)

My life is a one-way-ticket,

To Minerva's realization.

(It's simply why I will..)

Sometimes I think, there is little,

To no escape.

(Be king undisputed...)

My life is a one-way-ticket,

To Her Highness' realization.

(Respected, saluted...)

Sometimes I think, there is little,

To no escape.

(Never be seen, for the dark, I'm inside...)

My life is a one-way-ticket,

To Her Highness' realization.

(Being truly loved is privilage).