Analysis of Enraptured

How many lives have i lived
How many storms have I shorned
Acast the mires splendid musings of surmisings
It can't be lest said
That what I once had
was
washed away
afloat
a barrier adrift evermore in slumber but not torn
regurgitating a calamity of thorns
and at
last
if it should be
not quite let it be said
to he
I did
but he didn't deny
the why
oh the why upon the wonderings of the wonder of why
he cries
let it be sublime unto a time thought such as much
as mine