Little is what you ask for
Abundant is what you get.
Do I see it with my own eyes
Or is it a luring mirage suspect?
Framing your thoughts to suit the world
Throwing a binge at your real averse.
Life grants you every little thing in pieces
For me its now, for you it soon releases.
And till you get happy with your share being full,
There you’ll go till deep bruises pull.
Then I would get justice.
What begets you is your own ‘shinny’ reflexes.
Happy my days till then I’ll pass
Doing my part of analysis,
Featuring you in Future Metamorphosis.