Bygone are the days,
Among of the maverick time.
A sturdy thing or two…
Resting its leg upon! Like out of a fictional crime.
A plot gets laid in front;
Penned down on a degrading paper bloat.
Restless spring after of the crazy hunt
Idea’s of randomness start to crazily float.
Far away by the maddening crowd
Up-start of feelings and emotions tamed;
The act with laughter becomes so loud!
Nobody in their whelming sense’s remember!
‘whom was the one to be blamed?
Doors of merriment;
Starts to rattle. Inside the joys within the town,
Sturdiness rapture’s onto bewilderment.
Replacing the smiles with. Whereupon
There was stuck the grayness of some unbiased frown.
