I grew bored as the day marched onward and started a narration that grew with duration. From mind to lip to hand I created a rhythmical land filled with wonder and fiction before stopping my diction. Disclaimer and warning became the quick following:

Chaotic ramblings of a deranged mind, nonsensical whimsy that amuse; a study in sincerity and truthful recollection now question and confuse. Pay no heed to the written word found within for it came as a babble inked in sin. Prideful yearning of lawful right keep me from claming all in sight. This was all in good fun, so of course may it harm none, now let it be over and done. 



And if that wasn’t enough, next came this awful stuff: 

she dreams of darkness while the sun warms her skin
and cringes from their bark of laughter,
never a'fore come she to this land of men
limbs trip then fumble with pressure.

she dreams of darkness while walking in a crowd,
shivering and cloaked with such fear,
suffocating walls, enclosure pressing down;
flesh and bone and blacked eyes leer.

she dreams of the darkness while posed on display
degusted by their sweating hands;
bile rises and she succombs to dismay
learning of hate ruling the lands. 



What's a few things more? Go ahead 'n snore (know that I did, so please don't fib). They follow a scheme that many do deem an ancient wisdom that set the tradition:

freedom's illusion
  shattered 'neeth the open door
once a gilded cage

and she became a 
  spectator watching from the
sidelines forgotten

And here's something old brought out to fight mold;

burnt out firefly
  hiding beneath rain dew night
discarded, alone

There’s a hamster that rules in m'head

Who frolics all day out of bed

       He jumps with such glee

       While directing me
Now ignore what the shrink just said!