perception.

I first drink up  
empty  
with an open admirer  
but I find it challenging,  
travelling where I would  
up and about the mire.  
   
black beams beat me bright  
I wait around the day  
for many puddles lie in my way  
but to be alone,  
I roam  
while quiet murmurs hymn  
   
I first drink up  
empty  
with an open admirer,  
I find it challenging,  
traveling where I would  
up and about the mire.  
   
orotund tunes awakened my desire  
where I first fed my soul,
at once I was a liar 
the moon then sent me ways
straight-way down the grove,  
where
perception led me astray...  
   
it's just a silly phase.