The Daze of the Gaze In a Haze

The daze of the gaze in a haze amazes the craze In a series of streams and reams that raze The wall between my fall and the wall That screams no more to any tyranny should I crawl or entrall. The daze of the gaze in a haze phases out the phrase In a series of streams and reams that blaze Trails, nails and pails teeming with tears I cry When it dawns on you’ll never belong to me no matter how much I try. The daze of the gaze in a haze tazes the maze In a series of streams and reams that prunes the phrase ‘I surrender to no one’ from my vocabulary and estuary To ensure I enjoy pure cure in feelings I foster in February. The daze of the gaze in a haze razes the phase In a series of streams and reams that graze The pasture and posture that portray pusillanimity In my endeavor and flavor to fly you into propinquity and proximity.