So, this is how we see the time.
Made gluttonous for our action.
But maybe we act for ration,
To eat a confused fault like lime.

But I think you see me now.
The ******* that I wished perceived
Act as if the opposite emotions were concerned.
The idea, I liked but I knew inane.
Together, simplicity and lucid would become insane.
To stop my love, I made a vow.

Now I lie alone and pensive,
Merely in melancholy I could never conceive.
I wish I was brave,
To return to that to point, to, my love, save.