Freedom cries aloof the barren sensitivity of my bastion zeal.
I’m tranquil to her attention like the wind propels the leaves
And yet my feet eschew a dance in her company!
For I am conflicted with a stiff strangeness
That only pays a visiting at her attendance.
But once before my feet did dance,
till my fancy did mature.
To neglect her mellow visage is now my only poise
For time I’ve learnt erodes away the sentimental amity I adored.