I was lost between two universe,
Created as a kid by a nurse
The other by my Mother’s words
Sung well even by foreign birds
All in the vein of not growing to become worse.
My dreams started to form slowly
As i grew so did my folly
I doubted the nurse’s reason to-
cry, i was planning my own coup
Day by day my thoughts were becoming unholy.
For nearly a decade, i was
Obstinate without a just cause
I found pleasure defying rules
Instructions were my major tools
Anything for my dreams, anything to cause ahs.