A book cannot be judged by its cover.
A new day, a pristine morning,
It's time for the manifestation of my dreams;
I start my day,
slow but steady,
sitting, yet zestful;
Working as slow as a sloth,
that’s what those appraising eyes would say;
With a firm grasp and a watchful study, I start...
It's time for the manifestation of my dreams;
I start my day,
slow but steady,
sitting, yet zestful;
Working as slow as a sloth,
that’s what those appraising eyes would say;
With a firm grasp and a watchful study, I start...