In a mire, seeking after pleasure.
Night minds the insatiable hunger.
A folly of foes chasing after treasure,
Slipping on their prodigious desire.
This enthusiasm devouring as a fire.
Unquenchable flow the April shower.
Leave all the springs to find summer.
With its own will and splendid power.
Discharged optimism with no reward.
To quell emotions of imagery given
By false allusion made, the trap is laid.
And night bathe the unassuming victim.
No wind nor breeze blowing outside.
Through, fear of death brings no ease.
No disease can turn away the tide inside
The trap in clandestine hides by degrees.
By sleight and the cunningness of night.
Images command the mind as they like.
with the seasons frost appearing as light.
Time sees the promises blowing as a kite.
A well-defined mind of this lesser kind
must find those lessons learn in good time.
favors the fortunes of the present mind.
Then leave those clingy measures in crime.