Roleplays are fading,
From minds finding a typecasting...
Picked to fit and please expectations,
Done comfortably yesterday to be erased.
With them getting more difficult to define,
As limits to restrict fixed images unwind.
And seem no longer cemented to prevent,
The quick pace of these changing times.
Roleplays are fading.
And those preferences once sitting,
On a short wishlist believed to remain permanent...
Have many now beginning to throw them away.
With a seeking less to address impressions made.
But searching their hearts with a truth to face,
To satisfy a happiness more desired and real.
And not feel it forced to play it straight to keep faked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem