Throwing in the towel

A restless soul makes light of time when flurried thoughts make dark of mind, and held these lips forever be till parting words find liberty.

The blind surreal is deaf and dumb to every note my words have sung, and when but silence meets my ears this fools succumbs to all his fears.

Come dawn, come dusk, come midday sun, I dither and dather ‘till all’s been done. Pray tell me no, if that be true, for assumption will no longer do.