Time, flew by with fun and fright,
Bonded in blood were fear and excite.
Amidst the venture of uncertain length and lameness;
Felt more worthwhile to respire to fading brim of delight
Shadows that have dawned a thousand times,
And crippled hope down to dirt
Have failed to hinder this reclusive pleasure,
Proving it all the more absurd.
Solitary gesture of deceitful abandonment,
Emancipates my weary reclusive pleasure
And brings to light a hidden world,
To which only few have ventured.
Get me not wrong, I admit I’m crazy,
Nor is this an approval request
Neither is this an act to reprimand
But merely, a note in hand.