Damnation is a Sensation

We yearn for the seldom beauty
which sparks that chord of enlightenment,
whose caresses speak of the year of silence
and ponder on the hopelessness of life,

and in their midst arose from his slumber
the perfect scenario of human imperfection,
which meddles in daily activities
suppressing all with whimsical drives.

For years he will repent 
this wistful notion,
which carves its routes at sea
And laments the void that drives,

I too wish in my happiest dreams
That when I learn, it is for man
but ignorance not for all but me
Seems to despise oneself at this hour at night.