I frown when mounds of idea hop on my way, these fumble legs finds out quite freaky!!
How outlandish is it?? Still I have to stride, making that tip-tap-tip sound on that path. These rubbing palms and drumming fingers on the table ask me escape from the tragic end which can’t be predicted right now here.
Cool down!!! I said to my strung body and made ease toil to comb my mind and start drilling some sense, expectation and aim of my life into my roots, which clings not just work but to work hard.
But but .. where my dense efforts will land, into this engrossed world?? Who will peep into these wide-deep eyes which is jammed by loads of dreams.