Mythical beast or merely curiosity

Would that I could look up high
Into the hazed countenance of bliss
But yet still the witless shall wither
Wherein and wherefore the reason
For a world to go mad in fevered joy
Where none such joys assuage failures
Yet wit can astound greatly; even still
To act, to espouse, to ensure, to enliven
For not all in this world is worthless

 ©Edetric Vistal