I feel like forgetting
(In my fraught fear of freedom,)
That I cannot convey
My quite careless creation.
The words wear away
While I whisper “Why?”
And I decide to deduce
That the devil has danced
Along paths full of posies
And performed with precision.
I’m still so surprised
As I see the solution:
Guarding the gates
Gets me giddy and gone.
Slightly Ignorant 
Very enigmatic. Nice use of rhythm and alliteration. ^_^
Thank you, Erin ^_^.
I am obsessed with the phrasing of “giddy and gone.” Nice work here!
Thank you so much!