assignments are killing me, draining all my brain cells.

the enthusiastic crowd,
queueing to replace the out.
with the precision of time,
comes the sparkle of dime.
the rhythm of presence,
with the splurge of presents.
replaced what's not dryly,
but the question of expiry.
the pattern that haunts,
versus the smiles worn.
yet challenge of resistance,
give rise to addictive yearns.
bottom line,
are the bits fine ?

Labels: bliss in the midst