every morning
you are my first thought
to guide my eyes open
your aromour is like
the genie
twirling out of the bottle
to fulfil my wishes
I get my hopes up
throughout the day
just like
most of the modern medicines
camouflage the symptoms
but cure nothing
I am hyped up
to watch myself
crashing in the margin of
a rollercoaster ride
Flicker of Thoughts 