This sonnet may be confusing and seem a little uneven and imperfect in places. This is completely intentionsal. I advise that the reader analyze the iambic pentameter and rhyme scheme of this poem; the imperfections are deliberate and serve to accentuate the meaning/guide analysis. For example, when I rhyme “inside” and “muddied” the false rhyme breaks the natural rhyme scheme, distorting it. This alludes to the way one’s mind distorts reality when imagining rather than doing. 

Sonnet translation:

 we’d rather imagine ourselves doing things, letting our mind wander like it does at “night”, rather than face the reality of “day.” But we must venture outside of our minds for if we don’t feel the pain this brings, we can’t feel the joy either. Furthermore, even if the pain does prove too much to bear, when we return to the safety of our imagination and reminisce about the day, what we perceived as a negative experience often transcends into a positive experience and adds to the rhetorical joy of our imagination.

More notes:

This does not apply to tragedies or traumatic events, rather to everyday things that seem daunting, like our relationships or things we are tasked with.