Daring

Quivering thoughts crossed my swiftest part,
explaining why I had turned out to be a rot,
giving reasons three in a trot.

I had dared to dream the funniest,
tried to be odd in front of the rest,
asked for lifelong sleep was the jest.

I was planning to be unique,
multitude thought I had a queer tonic,
preferring failure to success in sonic.

I walked in a manner not right,
my light! I was being out of sight,
thought to sleep during day, work at night.