Might I have been more insightful, I, Could have long ago ascend to sky, With passion and with ardour; Love upon her grandest route, As sunshine goes it's gay commute, Through purely enchanted hour.
Might I have seen, to save my self, Would have put my spirit in good health, That I could seize the day; Erasing sorry yesterdays, To paint landscape of spiritual wealth, From which I had been astray.
Dreams could not have been enough, And Paradise like in Van Gogh, For which I did not have the sense, But in visions my spiritual recompense, -- Doth batter down my soul's fence; Whose weeds dense, I lament.
Eventual victory begets a shrill, An immortal, unassailable thrill, Endearing to hungry hearts. I was enchanted all at once; 'T is the way of spirit's dance, -- Defies a devil sent to ****.