Everything is like zephyrs. It might be clement, but can you catch the zephyrs?
This air is perfumed with wild and magnificent blooms
between ranges of hills and mountains, but comes and dallies
I think this is the sophistry of his masterliness restraint in everything
I think this is without outset reckoning, so it flows and overflows without frontier
Hoisted and demoted without admonition, isn't that staggering?

Maybe shunning is the right choice for self-protection
Or braggadocio will become a bane that settles into you
And everything is entrenched and hard to get rid of
He is storming my world...