My Wrist

Knocking across my abilities That I could find it tough The battle to play in no time My wrist dissipating out of power To watch the surroundings of ours Such that my hand less weighed Although no stretch made possible. Thinking within my instincts Where I should search some options The decision to put into action Oh medulla! Why no pathway? To create some streams of ideas For I felt too overwhelmed Regardless that I got a relief. Waving through my oceans All the flows zero viscous The length to alter no frequency Getting myself move steady Moving in a manner of disbelief One of my organs hearing a relief Strengthening a progress being chief. Looking behind the windows No creature would be visible Such a view to loudly shout at Eyes smelling the sound of bitterness Having myself dance in betterness 'cause it led me fully relaxed And finally my wrist had relieved.