The Purgation of Emotions in Tenses

A peregrination I had embarked upon,

In later years of the four squares and tens;

Consciously I would have taking alternatives;

To traverse through a glittering enormous

Lying hole,

Not this obscure enigmatic enormous dark Lying hole.

In this obscure enigmatic enormous dark

Lying hole,

I traversed indefatigably for few numbers

Pass a square;

Far from where I began and the end unsure.

Faith have I lost innumerable times with

Honor,

I tiptoed and walked behind myself alongside shadows.

To fly away have tried but limits held me;

I have pecked relentlessly on the wall until my Beak ached;

Also have I slept to wake in Joseph's dreams?

Should I lift up my basket of woes and slog

On?

Could there be light at the end of this tunnel?