Rickle
A pile of imagination, in the eye of the beholder
A pebble, A stone, Heaped onto one another back, Force me to narrate my random thoughts, In no particular sequence, Petite to epic, It makes no matter, I see my predicaments arranged, Love, Life, Money, All stacked upon the smooth pavement, I call the road of life, Full of curves and speed bumps, But smooth nonetheless, All is in the eye of the beholder, It is not the problem in life, It is your choice of reaction that makes an impact.
