A tempting ideology it is to take the privilege of me away:
   with thoughts of a once murmured fantasy, I flirt with visions and plans to steal the sight of me away, for if the desire of my sight wasn't there in the beginning of time, it will not be there during the end of time

And I keep thoughts these closed away, because in my mind the will
   is fake, the will is false, and I refuse to allow the falsity to permeate within my flesh: the phrasing you use is wrong, it isn't genuine, it is evaporating before you noticed,  I know it