Draught in desert

Unclasping the freedom from garters of regrets
From its misty mystique, that I cannot regress
Unman me now as I slither in sighs
Dancing in the fingers of a dwindling dice

Scooping the life with liberal serving of banal
Tightening the noose, for a ruse-less fall
In paths of perish, at a perilous dawn
It is traveling, the destination I chose upon

Diving in maneuvers from deep blue sky
That could soar my flanks, that could make me die
but how would i regret, it was never the flight,
my fantasy was glory, beguiling me to high

In darkness of cliches, the hope I grope
From the grips of the grind, despair I drop
From defined to daring, on a balancing beam
I gather the whiffs of remaining steam