Time soars and withers behind every thought
Frittered, upon the rogue journeys of dragonflies
They fixate, upon fowls that flutter in boundless luxury
Forever, may they roam certain and free

Into the arms of twilit wonder
I shed the fabrics of my feeble existence
Wandering, further into cloudy delusion
Seemingly weightless within eternal ease

How these pages have swindled me
Thieving of precious exuberance
To no longer frolic, among my weightless brethren

How trouble has wrung my skin and bones dry
Risen at the beckoning of idle hands
Softly dwindling, the remnants of my better years

I carry the deathly seeds of suffrage
Locked in a mind kept at bay
Sewn by the edge of a trembling quill
Where I efficiently, and willingly lose my way