Entered the person who is a hopeless romantic
Emulating the feelings truthful but manic
Our lucky man enters silent he holds
He will never fall nor folds
In his storm he finds his moment
Bold and calculated finds his form
This lucky man listen for the air
Capable but not continuous what he has is rare
Romantic the man who only feels
from that fishing line where nothing reels
While waiting with his calm arms
Finds his fire from focus that grows and warms
In the middle you must trout
You will find what you sought
The lucky dont look to find
The hopeless lie trapped with overestimations bind