Sunrises, as always
All yede to their way
But one stays
Have his own way.
The infinite made him differ
He have to more suffer
Stay hard a little bit more
Said his flyspeck core.
His mind's eye spread
feeling like dead
He's becoming weaker
being thinking moreover.
His Goosebumps and Act,
cannot be pact;
Whom should he go and complain?
Popping in his brain.
~Virendra
