Notes have shifted
to a higher ground.
tampered ideas
fluxed and drowned.

Ailing to breathe
on what ever means.
still a second choice.
has a champion to beat.

Legs are tired,
but giving up was not an option;
repeating agony
on love that has never blossomed

Still unnoticed
despite of all the fuzz
unsung and lowered
on his esteem and self trust.

How can you move
frowned dearest little boy.
when all you can do is stalk,
her little boy toy decoy

Without a question
you dropped badly.
without a help
and a friend to carry.

How would you survive
this grueling abduction?
without any kind of confidence left,
your ego's submission.