In desperation of unwillingness to adapt the subtle emotions

In desperation of unwillingness to adapt the subtle emotions,
I never understood when this ignorance got converted into passions.
Well now I can’t really play peek-a-boo with my feeling,
Oh! My head is reeling.
So many thoughts provoked at once to pronounce,
One memory over the other seems to pounce.
Can’t just my fate give some discount at complications,
Can’t I have a feast of delightful confections.