WILD

Too fast it was rushed Too fast it was judged Hastily it was concluded Am I the one at fault Or it's my new found at halt Is it a crime to be scolded Or a path to be moulded Is the worry too much Or everything is in a rush This seems scary; While making me not merry Should I put it to a halt Or continue feeling at fault Am I making sense Or just creating a mess All I can think of now is space And to decrease the pace For my mind seems not to rest While claiming to be the best Why don't I move faster for the purpose Than rather stay behind the windows It looks very difficult to be kindled But it'll definitely be handled ! WITH A PERPLEXED MIND, MS SEDEM WRITES..... ✍️