Love is quenched
Humble is been my marrow
I am switching lanes through the triads of my being
A lad utters, you mean me, myself and I
I consent with him
But as I am chatting with the child
My heart fluctuates from slow to rapid
I abruptly sleep and time flies
Tempus fugit
Love is quenched
Humble is been my marrow
I am switching lanes through the triads of my being
A lad utters, you mean me, myself and I
I consent with him
But as I am chatting with the child
My heart fluctuates from slow to rapid
I abruptly sleep and time flies