Visionary Emission

In a day trance I self impose an utterance An enchanting proposal Ought not to disposal Neither let go rigor mortis Only a motive an aim to live But in fear does my feet murmur for hope For a journey of the miles suffereth my feet to cope Although reaching ernest dreams remains in my muscles an apt But whether or not to go sleeps in my court to opt So readily I to the seizure But far away yet seems the treasure And pretty tiny are my feet to measure Yet in solemn agony my feet cry out for pressure When need not I take to leisure But whereas i notice the content of fate in good Then I need a moving mood Out of neighbourhood To run aspiration of inspirations In visionary emissions Against all odds of perspiration To invaluable commemoration For in the peak valley, there lies the treasure All in suspense for my pleasure