text_original: DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT NASCENT MY world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry the past has woven drapes The halls of my life, compelling my soul to conform.
text_transcription: KEDOT ORK BY SONYA DREAMS NESSENED MY WORLD IS A PAINTED FRESCO WHERE COLORED SHAPES OF OLD INEFFECTUAL LIVES LINGER BLURRED AND WARM AN ENDLESS TAPESTRY THE PAST HAS WOVEN DRAPES THE HALLS OF MY LIFE COMPELLING MY SOUL TO CONFORM
phonemes: dɹˈiːmz ˈoʊld ænd nˈeɪsənt nˈeɪsənt maɪ wˈɜːld ɪz ɐ pˈeɪntᵻd fɹˈɛskoʊ, wˌɛɹ kˈʌlɚd ʃˈeɪps ʌv ˈoʊld, ɪnɪfˈɛktʃuːəl lˈaɪvz lˈɪŋɡɚ blˈɜːd ænd wˈɔːɹm; ɐn ˈɛndləs tˈæpᵻstɹi ðə pˈæst hɐz wˈoʊvən dɹˈeɪps ðə hˈɔːlz ʌv maɪ lˈaɪf, kəmpˈɛlɪŋ maɪ sˈoʊl tə kənfˈɔːɹm.