The tide is high
the chill sends shivers
one cry
which will send one hither
the cauldron boils
the spell seeps deep
as thick as oil
the heart you keep
the larking must stop
the clock tick's every minute
the conquest must not flop
no more amusing futility skits
adamant insistence should infuse
nay' is the answer for refuse
era cannot be turned
but any lesson can be learned

-composed in vexation ,Anastasia

Undeniably , every point in time now counts , a whole lot for me.I hope to make use of every precious minute of it. Then i can go bananas' once profitable results reap. I won't want to be one of those who'll end up hiding in the toilet cubicle to cry..ekkks.


diversified dreams. ackks..waddidyajussay.sorbets onthego!