Evanescing

I crave for piquance
A lonesome heady trance
A secret shelter,some old weed
A quaint hum, for venting a screed
Shuttling between passion and sinking
Tires me out, & keeps me guessing
All my desires poured into one
One foxy mist it is, who's to understand?
Heavy, heavy it is a burden to  bear
I try hard, but always falter
My weary soul screams out but craves on
I waste my days in many a wishful conception.