Barefoot on a Road of Stones

Skies emanate ingenious clouds of purple surreal vision
Ample eyes turn to pixelate then form my diction
Came to naught with common perceiving precision
Ever last the haught to become thy depiction

To stray from forward becomes one at lost
Vivacious being befriends this at steadfast
Standard surrounds a routine embossed by frost
Whereas vision lightens a sort of contrast

Look at thee through chameleon eyes
Reach for conception bearing purity
Self equitability need negate to improvise
When fabricating principal security

To flee barefoot on a road of stones to be the vagrant
Fixes forward vision to be the flagrant