The world is a giant corner to sustain on
It blends into a fragment of little things to make it look impeccable
A petite of agony a dash of joy and all hints to be okay
Touring the field of your corner you ought to taste every share of it
All sums up to look like vanilla honeyed candy
Always delightful from a distance and perfumed when handy
When the flowers get cross-pollinated
That's when you witness new species in life
You cherish few you hate some but have to swallow them and drive
Not all the moments will be fascinating
Not all the moments will be rough
But you need to march on solid
Even when fear checkmates you
Even when an infant's smile can make you feel butterflies
Even when you are surprised by blowing the candles at midnight
Even when your cot has tasted yout tears regularly
Halt, Stand and Breath put up an act of grin
Pretend to be okay