Dashing into callous juvenile youth Animation disfigured into sluggish restless turmoil, Modesty revamps into swaggering fad, The 'my mind' takes on a silly Sir's reflection And choices agree to sweathearts than ol' mothers. Once under the skyjacker moon A first-sighted lover wandered hazily about, In this stolen dim light; Many such eyes he had already developed and popped. His face, a dippy mouth agape Stargazing, sketching her in the celestial, Like a child counting the transcendent sky, His back ignited by fiery fluids. Trusting an abreast stranger a teen life of confident vows, Here he worships and brags promises. Ha! Even the essence of his loudmouth Is benighted to that Sleeping Beauty Who is a wink's stillness to his bustling heart. He praises Cupid's arrows, But it's only his slipping tongue His core vagued by flaunting prestige Remains unhurt from its piquant honing. A clown, his circus will go on, Until his moon shines own and alone. He will now in these attractions gyrate No bonds will...can he form. He won't realise it today What that grizzly erudite spake "Monopoles never exist." Even in relations it applies For there is no sister without brother, No teacher without student Nor husband without wife.