Dear my poet
I admire all your work
And I feel you don't know it
I'd like to be a part of your work
And I feel you should know it

Dear my poet
You make all the adrenaline rush
Every time you recite
Now I feel like some mush
Stuck in your site

Dear my poet
Won't you teach me a few lines
Educate me a little
I'd write about the mines
In which the soil was brittle

Dear my poet
Cant you see
Your work is the best
As calm as the sea
As messy as a bird's nest

Dear my poet
Please just say something
Something totally out of the blue
You can say anything
Something that'll make my heart bloom

I never made it to the end
I'm still running
Sometimes I see dead ends
Yet,here I am

I want to make it to the end
But obstacles are always in the way
Oh, pleaseee can I make it to the end
And would you just get out my way

I'm out of breath
Very soon I might collapse
I really need to sacrifice my health
But I keep running in relapse

Trying my best to make it to the end
But the end never arrives
But atleast on the other hand
I'm getting chased by beehives(is that something to be happy about)

This all sounds messy"
"I agree it's complicated
It's like piking between Ronaldo and Messi
A topic that gets you agitated

It's the whistling sound in your ear
That goes tiiing then stops then repeats
It's like it stops to adjust the volume for you to hear
No,my breath stops but I can still hear

I hear footsteps
Tapping on the grounds
It's like I'm running from mazes and maps
Several times repeating 101 rounds

But wait do you hear it?
That's right silence
The ringing bas stopped It's no.1 hit
I study it and experiment for the sake of science

Oh,wait I'm still running
Then to your surprise I stop
So does the ringing
A headache now lost

No worries I'll try again
When the symptoms
Come back again
You'll hear my footstomps