Something was there with brisk effervescence
That was escalating me to go onwards
My thinking most impeccable, I thought
Nothing was under the spies, my freeness
But the hauling ministry of time kept on
Several imponderables left for my betrayal
In the brief catnap of my unconsciousness
Little to take on mouth was behind unraveled
Now the cognizant ray shone on my mind
The waking so disparate dribbled everything
I now know my problems and still have time
Not to take things easy as they look apparently.
