Run on Deaf Ears

Playing the forbidding game of life, the consequences are trifle for survival. We seep thru the woods of an optical illusion sincerity, clarity is what we really search for, furthermore, i secede from what i know to be real, i reside in a place i hide from the world. i share with my reluctance, i bathe in gluttony, i scream in mutiny. But somehow it soothes me, i am rarely the child of the night, i roam in the heart of the morning and feast in the belly of the noon. Gone so soon, i sing, i run to a tune far from the deaf ear, an elder within my young years...my emotions are prancing, dancing around the jovial fire, i am sobbing with my desire.