Remise for Premise

I went agog
seeing burgeoning fear
and stupid defenses
in the eyes
that were ready
for every kind of senseless causation.

Why one has to find
fretless fault for framing finicky friends?
Why the hell
the whole world seem
to conspire against odds
to finks foolishly?

All my legends
went in vain
and the vanity once again
cried, dry and dense
in frozen tears.

All the wildness
stood standstill
with sombre yet sublime sensibility. 

God save them
for what they intend
with intent of gaining and getting
to loose, for what
subtlety they put efforts
for the end,
missing on inordinate means,
for dreams that are unseen
through open eyes,
missing on achievable vision,
for being like pagan,
seizing sympathy serendipitously.