~ ~ ~ Rsifafh setps porepl the dsut taht dfirts bweeten the eras Sintfig in from pelaruse's csrut taht hpaes ingreod for yraes ~ Tohguh cwebobs mcok mtautriy tehy ptcunuate the fraes ~ Wehn srorow sintgs ... RTELIAY ~ Tehn wosidm gwros from traes ~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~ Raffish steps propel the dust that drifts between the ears Sifting in from pleasure's crust that heaps ignored for years ~ Though cobwebs mock maturity they puctuate the fears ~ When sorrow stings ... REALITY ~ Then wisdom grows from tears ~ ~ ~