Oh my fantasy
Dwells in doom
It revolves around
Despair and gloom
With these dark clouds
Hovering in my mind
Thoughts so rueful
Devoid of any good kind
At times I want to be known
For the great mind that I possess
Other times I want to be shown
For what I have let go of
And then there are times
I want to be hidden
Like great, thundering chimes
With sources unknown.