Apr 4, 2014
Trippin'
Mine intellect was little us'd anon; My faculties were exercisèd not; Mine eyes had nothing worth to gaze upon; An aimless saunt'ring life was once my lot.
A melancholy clouded ev'ry season. The ravages of time did me not kind, For I had giv'n myself a solid reason To close that door, to seek not ties to bind.
But now, thy siren visage doth compel A whirling and a shaking that portend My great excitement. Why must these signs tell? I'm ringing loud, oh would that this bell end!
Without a shade of falsehood: verily First we met, I was tripping out on thee.