Superasymmetry

A Thursday evening,
a slight frustration,
a light commotion,
I am annoyed, short-tempered.

Tampered with the world wide order,
Dreaming at Nile, lacking some style,
there is so much to do,
without much ado, the dodo
bird is not here anymore,
smiling at the claymore
mine, and then, without my spine,
I stop dreaming,
once more,
what a bore.

My fire, my one and only desire,
Is that you Sire?
Lost in the shire,
thief for hire,
can't find my spark,
I can see in the dark,
and yet, the light is not there,
where it should be.

It's only me?