Too Real To Be Fake

Passion lies not in fear towards cheer, To conquer unknown gestures behind Some rare laughter, but so insincere.. Those words, tongues twist around; disappear Until tears grow no link to being blind. Fear of long awaited hope shapes care, Set to beat tricks, lust stages alright With pure intentions to outsmart stare... That could lay hold on twists playing fair, Till laughter couldn't shine bright; its light And clinch onto tears that caress pain; Driven by proposed fear's turnaround. Will choosy purpose does actuate gain? To cover up a seeming less stain Not enough to stop laughs, tears expound. Laughs powered by prospects of lost fool, Timing brainy approaches cum risk Of growing fearless life goals on pool, Dim laughs could rarely survive by rule- Sets standard fitness, fear barely whisk.