Sitting in this room, turning into a ferret,

All the fellow friends are no more federate,

Flashing and figuring, becoming mentally feeble,

They act friendly but are actually fiddle,

Finally found the right person, but full of flux and fickle,

All the real happenings now seems fictional,

Don't know why the things I was fond of are making me fury,

Feeling frustrated, Am I turning into a fidgety ?


© RHYTHM