Glistening in The Morning Dew
Misfiring hormones turned into delusion, The mind with all its limits, Converses in tattle tales; Fooling the heart, To think, It can, Think! Mesmerizes itself, with; Deceit, In that, All that, Hurts, Is a passing. That the physical It is a front for trickery? And that man, A Man is a lover. Adaptation I smirk, If only all understood What happiness is…