Motivations

I'll never deny my love for the sky    
And my love for iridescent wonder    
Which has me ponder an artistic thigh    
At the risk of a poetic blunder...    
Yet the risk is there due to obsession    
And subsequent established addiction    
To a chain of semantic progression  
Yoked to an old English affliction,    
Which I like to think...still stays in style    
At all hours of the day and the night    
And even every once in awhile    
With a flash of philosophic insight...    
Enough, at least, to stay undiverted,  
and escape being tagged too perverted!