Untamed Thoughts - Cornered

To hunt for the anonymity that appears to trigger the concerto of illumination, each twirl and endeavor augments the pioneer inside your soul. To uncover the questions those occupy you like a rainbow in the sky or a hope in the gale of hallucination, you propel yourself onto the surface without any hesitation or trepidation. You struggle fruitlessly to come up higher in the sequence to visualize beyond the horizons like a true campaigner and about to fall back into the history of an agile recital. You collapse without any chances of clemency, and before you shed tears, your body has already resisted prolonging its journey into the future predicaments of a kid combatant, who still doesn't know how to walk.

They clasp you back from those steps that enlighten you that grass is greener at other levels. You just showcase your cuteness to them to understand you but all you get is embracement and resistance to your cuteness. You are a beautiful product of the god and still sometimes considered as disobedient. They just secure you in a small corner of the room to observe the environment and they throw your acquaintances in with you until the whole ambience of the room is full of their thoughts of your attributes. Ultimately you find yourself surrounded by some playthings and teddies and sobbing for the arms that will hug you and pull you out from their laziness.