As I wish to break the ice,
And switch my usual converse style,
To a fashion that isn't my choice,
Just to make my day worth while,
Another worn out thought gets a place in my mind,
That sets the unusual iron bar in the front like a benign,
It somehow also creates a loop that hits a button on its own to rewind,
Everytime I want my hopes to align,
With the help of ideas I rarely finalize,
Maybe I am not like this in another timeline,
But currently, this is how I visualize,
I assume that everything is still fine,
Even when I have a bit of clue how others are perceiving this vibe,
Coming from me which is strong to suffice,
And confirm my behaviours which basically imbibe,
The seclusion and is depicted to everyone as if it's nice.
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