I am too enthralled
By the wayward
Tumbling swell

Rogue
In its drunken tune
In its heartless
Troubled refrain

Exhilaration blossoms
With alarming
Flair and haste

In want for a mind
Ever-kept in wonder
Fearless and fruitful
Brimmed
With the savagery of hope

I shed in bulk
The neon fabric
Of these proud
And restless years