Slowly I unravelled,
dispersing beautiful mist,
the dreams shed,
nothing in my fist;
still witchy hope peeped,
shut it, as will let down,
silent benefits reaped,
denouncing wish for crown;
contentment around corner,
aimless life, but without strife,
momentous joys did garner,
gave up hand, what use knife;
again happiest of the lot,
trot as all run, savouring what got.