I move in a speed swift,

Secure a corner in the lift,

Gravity on my weight surprise,

Seven seconds anxious no rise



Reaching for my pony phone in the bag,

Never hesitating to look like a prank,

On the screen your blank face gaze,

Standing amazed in a maze



Automatic flip opens the back page,

Two dreary decades seems the age,

A round royal yard yells the episode,

Enclosed by the fence lay the ode



The little log house,

Inner infested by mouse,

Yells out the past like a story,

This I watch from storey to storey



Of grumbling stomach,

Of weary nightmares a match,

Like struggling surrounded by the shark,

Reveals the dot, red on white a mark



Ten storeys above the earth,

I had stopped doing the math,

Glass doors slide breaking the chain immature,

In the present, a sight of a blossoming future