It is but a phase...

and this too shall pass
it is but a phase
but hearts will race nevertheless
and the mind will crave what cannot be uttered
in its desperation to be free the unsaid will get mangled
its worth lost
but wait
for all that is credible is but fleeting
reckless tomorrow will bring upon a new whim
what then?
and so reason whispers to raging madness
this too shall pass
for it is but a phase...