Reality transgresses the ethereal realm of my overgrown adolescent years, a rude awakening from a surreal slumber of my waking hours. To two decades ago, I held on to scintillating hopes of the aftermath of an unforeseen predicament, only to have the fallen spring leaves expire under the toes of my gentle treading. Encroaching upon the Garden of Eden, it seem as though my transpiration of the forbidden fruit's too much to bear. I never really loved nor really cared. For I learnt through experience, to always have viewed stealthily through the window of others' lives; to learn that despondency is never aligned to human rationality. Under the pretense of slipping into oblivion, only divine imploration now could I yield to God's carrot and stick discipline.

Just hoping for a divine revelation,
to save me from this aching devastation.