What came pouring in resulted into a river.
How it's progressing it'll transgress to a sea.
Ruminating on days spent where I tried to get our eyes to meet. Undertaking that more are pedestals and very few are queens.
I am mesmerized how I came to this deceit.
Mesmerized I am because it is something far fetch from what I gathered it to be.
In a sense it's comical because initially that was what I hope to acquire, but somewhere along the way time conspired.