Mind Environment

In a four cornered enclosure
Winter seems to be much longer
Made across the heavy water
That you ponder into light
In the morning you slip under
The veil of illusion
Feathered dust
At what hour was the owner
Allowing praise to affect
Your better judgement again
And again and again
Why the acrid embers?
Eyes made sore
Paying the blackened toll
Drinking the liquid gold