There are ripples in the blood...
The thumper-heart jumps too high,
Fastest of the things seems too slow!
Bizarre? Nothing eccentric!
It's the cerebrum's shindig!
Trying to fix-up the smithereens?
Don't wear a smirk,
Instead go and smite,
Get a tart response to your thirst!
Longing yearning?
Hypnotized by twitches and twizzles?
Accept it as the Lodestar!
Otherwise will be eaten up whole!
As the situation will oppose a gulp or a slurp!
Moreover, no 'sleeping-full' nights but widened eyes!
Avoid this rote,
Quench this thirst!
Nevertheless, it will result in a great outburst!
Obeying the inner-thoughts will pay off..
'To quieten and, be pellucid' stay the quote!
