My everlasting fright from peril and delight,
A curtain of unwoven wishes,
Décor my naked ideals in a world of bleary eyes,

Misconcepted dreams and unuttered thoughts,
A dampened existence etching at my heart,
Daunting infraction hailing from above,

Mundane sensations, circling, by and through,
Attributed as a lingering indignation,
Dwelling deep inside, locking bittersweet foul intentions,

Mirth is but a tale,
Adam and eve will surely tell,
In lieu of what was lost I will never despair,
Derived hope from an impending fair,
Envelops me whole and brushes me clear,
Nullifying, purifying and retracting the wheel.