After a day or two in this fine place,
And after three or four things I did wrote,
I now have an idea to spice this race:
By making memes so people could take note,

What a brilliant plan that came out from me?
Poem memes with some rhymes for aesthetic,
With pictures of flower paintings for thee
To use to describe thoughts so exotic,

Some spice, some sweet, some smart, and some humour,
Probably more fun using them that way,
At least it might bring me a visitor,
And more, and more will come, Oh yes they may!

If succeed it’ll bring be fame — I want?
Wait what rhymes is this I wrote and I chant?

After one day of satisfaction pass,
One night of wonder take the chance and last,
I almost miss the golden time in class,
Where I meet people and they have me blast,

After all my future is quite not clear:
To work, or not to work: I must not ask,
Not to work is cleary trap death comes near,
And to work is to suffer with a mask;

But it depends on what you are doing:
Happy work leads happy life and good health,
It’s not always rainbow roads we’re walking,
There’s something for the price of wealth,

What I write may not make sense to all thee,
Remember: this place is the mind of me.

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.