far be it! the fancied world of youth.
when I ruminated thoughts over imagination,
when I pore over words of ocean,
holding an unfolded page of untruth.
far be it! the soft spots of core ties.
when I surmised to have pure blues,
when I to be at a standstill amuse,
sticking for my part as time flies.
far be it! the castles in the sky.
when I scrambled through and through to play a part,
when I crossed a number of spheres to art,
then was the world upside down in outcry.
Far be it was me! per se standing on my own.
