I myself the sophistry caught`s in time`s rage;
Seeking sense `gainst this ephemerality` death,
The span perversity of hollow Youth love in rise
Denoting time with obstination midst the overreach.
Rebuke contempt raised by the speech impediment;
The inherent natural virtue to contend bliss,
Alas!What`s the beauty of high poetry with this thwart
The joy of recitation amid the stage`s ovations.
Yet scorn the futility of thought in blind appreciation;
Caught in empty retort of wise diction nor sage,
Shall I contend the legend with mutual adoration?
To eclipse and be amongst the best of this Time.
I myself the sophistry with informed view
Despite stagnation`s impact in full paw.
