In spite the effort, a skillful retreat
I’ve long forgotten what once was a feat
I’ve pushed the boundaries
Beyond all knowledge
I’ve pushed understanding
Into corridors long since silenced
But yet there belongs a chorus of laughter
Deep inside like spitting banter
Trying to ridicule what decent scent of abomination
Still left inside can sometimes whither
Unsuccessfully chasing
The glory days to reign
Amongst the eyelids who persistently clasp shut