The flame in the pupil awakes the opponent
The fear of the known encapsulates the proponent
Oh, but if I wait and see?
Then it may not be heresy?
The chambers of the mute offer refuge, don’t it.
He finds himself in a common daze,
In which the outer and inner world create a maze
Oh, can I just fall ill?
And fertilize a daffodil?
I wouldn’t want that to turn into a craze
Early Saturday in the thick of the weekend,
The doctor stepped in and said they tried and he won’t mend
I said “no sir, what tests did you conduct?