There are times when you catch hold of the most dramatic yet important human in your life.

A TWIST.
The zenith marks ebullient you
To give exceptionally best without a chance of another redo.
The priorities have had mattered
On this everlasting world still gathered.

My caprice runs out of beat
To sing a lullaby in my heart.
Realizing to be me again, And not wasting time in extreme pain.

Yes priority mattered the most,
In a world with the public boost
You'll try to create a felicity etiquette
but lose with their halcyon etiquette.

Late but it does not end
They'll use and make you weak with unequal bends.
Try to be you someday, leaving your prestige issue that day.

For then you will shine really bright,
To explore and not to fight
Mark my words they will crave for you,

But it will be very late as you will turn cold for not receiving the warmth you once deserved.