All those roads to classes full of laughter,
And the running gush of footsteps
Across the mates beside my shoulder.
A little messy with untied shoe laces.
Looking for empty spaces
In-between the crowd with few like-faces,
And gasping breaths as I'm always late with excuses.
Slow catcher, late walker and sometimes an overthinker.
Uh...does it work that way?
Who cares cuz I'm always that invisible introvert,
Who shows up only when it's needed.
At least that's what people say.
Still clumsy in my walks, away from long talks,
Kinda cold for handshakes,
But all time ready for some more milkshakes.
Yet not that foodie but sometimes kinda moody,
As I'm little dramatic with some Indian spices.
But don't forget the marshmallows and candies...
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