So addled but severe,
Through trials we're passing through,
No reason left to fear,
All ends in feast with you.

Divergent interests harmonise within a life,
Fitting in it dioramas - textured microcosms of the world,
Afforded when the passions roll between so many things,
Although the juggle is a frantic dance itself.

To the day I cry aloud:
You Have Been Had!
And you were none the wiser!
Strolling through the skies and parks,
I saw your meandering by my side,
Yet you saw not my taking breath,
Puff by puff I seized the day,
Each moment ever fleeting till...
I unravelled time itself and stepped on through,
To here where I cry aloud:
The Day's Been Had!

Open spaces,
Make me small and surround me,
Place me in my right place to see...
The world and all its wonders grand,
That unfold out to drench man in the sublime,
And much clicks into wondrous place,
When largest scales do make you see,
Your world and Lord in truer might to mightless men.