Changing spree

“You are on cloud nine”

reciting your own rhythm

Is it that I dreamt?

Need to apprehend.

Time was cunning to me

Got a meaning in free

Where is the next halt?

Need a figure for the cult.

Messed here my ways

I proclaimed the end

There came revealing truth.

I encountered no virtues

Motions recalled a fast pace

Stays predict my success.

site of melancholy

squeals bring your shadow

settles my devoted soul,

When I turn into scrolling note

I draw the limit straight and wide.

A misty ride

Poised on my clicks

I make the ridge,

scenes are so perfect

wipe, when attempt.

Did I dreamt a soliloquy?

must be a life of witty.

I drive for the post

long do I clear a trust

seekers of many mantras

I tranquil the verse

days seem long and tired

always in a heed to start

never do queries die

nor do answers reply

I hunt for the ultimatum

which cares for my rhythm

regularly do I get blessed

pulling my nerves straight.

I render my mentor

silent and clam the weaver.

Whom to ask, what for the agony?

uncertain quotes for many.