With ears attuned I am beloved of your babble
The blisses numinous, transcending time
Sings loud and clear above the rabble
The charm in to my heart chimes
Although I know you have constructed an image
Of me in your mind, rather thoughtlessly
I have no suasion to let you know it's a mirage
So I'll let you wallow in that falsity
You think you know what I think I am
Presumptuous and rude
I ask to get off passion's tram
Wondering why I ever brewed
    I go looking, for other babble
    Disillusioned amongst the rabble