Catch 22

A woman seeks all that leaves her distraught In pursuit of extrinsic desires anew From a dead end grave startled she wakes Within her eyes fate appeared to be taut Thoughts delivered warnings in queue Though on occasion rare she’d have spaked Along the village nimble she scurried In the passenger seat of a surrey Engaged in the act never was she caught Many a men’s heart she had toiled Indefinite tribulation it had brought Often formulas had been foiled ‘Tis not what she had sought Forsaken eminence to be spoiled