is it vain to retrain the brain; to refrain from blame through thoughts of when, and which, was yesterday's sane?

to retrace, my steps, although im minor, not for hire and one's worth not sweet; some his words first taste couldn't be drier.
(and i feel at times, adept).

sworn words that dont taste of scorn
sorrid horns i beautifully adorn
halo in the high-lows, it never did go
cracked virtuoso, china wears thin

so life's machine i take some heed
enough to see my wishes in tow
hope makes me see life in between
,the space of my words i can see  
magic intervenes