Adorn.

Perpetual motion seeking my sanity,  like karioke plays on a screen , tantalizing every day, crazed, chaotic and mean, had I known which words awaken,  sleeping shallow or wood trimmed bark, shall the halls all be so merry , when concidring the dark 

Consistent with a variety of talking mouths when silence speaks,  I flushed the chords and every note, but maintained the mountains peak, shall the fall be eminent will the net suvise,  the wood cutter in his glory,  and a story of surprise, 

I had not crept into the folding of another night so bleak, and tiptoe passed the reputation,  of a clock without a face to speak, for what is holding night pertinent with shallow shades and shadows long,
I must've found the chorus,  to the most annoying song,

But how in all my pittance does potential shine upon the waves,  for the light is always present,  and dark so long it craves, so be it that the dark may linger,  just a tad there coming by any dawn ,  and days may brighten up the heart to glisten, and adorn