Paradise: A Sonnet

I've visited a paradise or two, or made them, with a few brave, kindred souls. But something always seemed to go askew; each house of Vision's brick was pocked with holes. I could not make the walls so dense to keep impermanence or discontent away. The only seeds I had, and sowed, would reap a mixed and blemished crop that did not pay, and finally, I fled each paradise, though others' lives went on and maybe some have truly found a Temple of the Wise, with wisdom that has not yet to me come. My own dreams yielded to some trickster's play. Perhaps, when dreams have all been ripped away...