And here is where all my confusions end,
Or it will never stop conquer my mind,
Where here a way; a relief I intend,
Will never be true ‘couse the world’s unkind?
What would be appropriate to call this:
An act where one can take consequences,
Without the worry of a thing one’d miss
And with joy one’d aim and plan their offences,
Ready or not I am here fully fine,
But if I faint out in this middle day,
It would be my fault that cross limit line,
And yes I won’t regret it, not a way!
Wish whomever reading this clearly know:
These are just things inside my mind I show.
The Poems-in-my-mind Distributer! 