You thought it would be different.
It ought to be different.
Not just because it rhymes, but as well
because it should chime together too.
The start will be slow.
The acceleration well paced.
Gears would change swiftly, not once
outside of the pace. Race would be smooth.
Brakes would be so quite that
clutches will shy away from making a sound.
Soft, stringy and sweet.
Subtle, mobile and slippery.
Steep, sound and solid.
Stoic, stern and sensational!!!
From the first season of the mango
to the first snow or rain; the marathon runners
will take their first bite out in the dust and
the first tea will taste just like Darjeeling!
Because you will touch the sky. You need no ladder to.
Because otherwise you can not sleep.
So I will patiently wait, in my dark tuxedo;
when you'll have the red carpet rolled out for us!
All these smiles before sleep will not count
All the coffee will show their circles in the dark
For the change that you thought you will make,
fail you. What remains is a bloody red mark.
