Another praiseworthy piece...but wait, did you get kipped at the juncture? Could not help recalling the lines from Henry Wadsworth...

"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul." 

Loved how artistically your words cover from the dissecting viscera of vanishing dreams to torpid desires and can still make an exit with some happy tone. Keep on coming with more verses like this !!!