Bespoke the board of written nonsense words-
For me, the lovely haze dwindles today;
Will not those beside me; cannot a verse-
Capture all that happens? I shall not say.
Maths enchants the abode, fills the sad room-
To the brim; a necklace of wisdom old
Appears before my keen eye. Telling bloom,
Rose of beauty, captures the limpid gold.
I wrestled with forever clouded Reason,
What is to become of reality? Trusted
The laws of physics; now commit treason.
Rubbing my eyes- consoled, vision a-rusted.
Thus, to startle my sick, weary soul;
To awoke staring at the text, the goal!
idiot's story 