Trifecta

The Trifecta of my being
is turbulent and tumultuous.
Riddled with the gurneys
of Heartcraft and War,
Glorified tenure, and
Ratified consciousness of bliss until
Finally I trespass into
a fortified sense of self.

Aim and redirect the
Fountains of glory
until only fantasy exists
and pleasure remains.

It's here that evasiveness
tricks the Impressionable and
Innocent heart.

It's not fair, this sinister smile,
This amicable naivety.
But tell me more...
I'm listening.