When one's cerebral approach comes down...the poetic insight erupts and this would be the result !
It is rather straight for anyone to get the crux...all would , but the doubt is will it make any one empathize the non-delectable state associated !
Hopes mount like a leap tide.
knows no one, the agony of despair.
Broken urn has no restore.
fun it is for some to restrain !
roll the dice ? No, tomorrow.
learn the kick? No, tomorrow.
snap the fish ? No, tomorrow.
rink the snow ? No, tomorrow.
what is tomorrow ? No 'tomorrow'.
is that the fun ?
Again, hopes mount but despair is the reply !
Inert feelings may also change; but
hopes gone low, ceases the trust and
crest already lowered ? thats for you to guess !
Remeber for some 'One' is also fun or
inevitably chosen to be 'one'.
