Life in this world
My sight do not betray me
My tongue do not disgrace
My heart do not obey me
My feet do not embrace
The shining web of desire
Made of unseen gold,
Glares,
Hard to reject,
And people follow bold
Glamorous color of wine
And initial heal offered
Will make you a shooting star
That lightens the dark
And goes
Not to return or
Live, any more