Opium Nights and Flurried Days

There is this dwindling quality
Found only in the hearts of man
When an apex has been reached
Surpassing all others, allowing Mundane
To become the most influential character
Of an exuberant life

Byron knew this,
Dying young in order to pursue the Romantic ideal.
Simply to find something
Merely interesting.

Could it be that the Latin idealic
That prodder of that which must be taken
Must be taken piece by piece
Over the ages of more than a lifetime
To ensure the complete nature
Of human experience

Byron never knew this
As he began his tour with the face of his choosing
Earning nothing more than a night of intense wealth
While accomplishing nothing more than mild entertainment.

Jump into the fire dear
You'll see nothing like this again.