Metacognition

Story Of The Soaring Eagle

A decade ago.
Daylight in my eyes.
Summer's aura.
Shining in the road.
One of the best days.
Ran outside my room.
I once again took a second.
To look outside the window.
That very window.
That unforgettable window.
Mom put me some makeup.
We smiled enthusiastically.
She patted my back.
We went to the yellow taxi.
The best feeling.
The part that I wish since the exposition.
Anticipated in the rising action.A decade ago.
Daylight in my eyes.
Summer's aura.
Shining in the road.
One of the best days.
Ran outside my room.
I once again took a second.
To look outside the window.
That very window.
That unforgettable window.
Mom put me some makeup.
We smiled enthusiastically.
She patted my back.
We went to the yellow taxi.
The best feeling.
The part that I wish since the exposition.
Anticipated in the rising action.
The climax I've been waiting for.
The part that will be a perfect denouement.
The cause of my stable resolution.
I walked through the entrance of the complex.
We lined up in seats.
Wearing white and black uniforms.
The blast of time.
The highly official.
Spoke a remarkable speech.
Then we slowly get to the stage.
Smiling.
Mesmerized.
Reminiscing.
It became the beginning.
The climax.
The ending.
Of the story of the soaring eagle.

The climax I've been waiting for.
The part that will be a perfect denouement.
The cause of my stable resolution.
I walked through the entrance of the complex.
We lined up in seats.
Wearing white and black uniforms.
The blast of time.
The highly official.
Spoke a remarkable speech.
Then we slowly get to the stage.
Smiling.
Mesmerized.
Reminiscing.
It became the beginning.
The climax.
The ending.
Of the story of the soaring eagle.