I hereby convey, oh my folks, rather what you taught, is hereabout seems logical, but my dreams, they are artistic, childish, joyous, unaware of logics. I knew I did worthwhile, in earlier days of mine, as a puppet finds life, in clutched into threads, to show their master, the usual performance, I did too, for you, not for living, but I took myself, in the way I was grown, I thought is compulsory, like smiles while flattering. but it's going peculiar, nowadays each passing moment, for I hadn't realised, the way I used to be, to confirm, I'm not less human, so do I have an entity, of thoughts,dreams and desire, set me free, let me bake my unbaked cookie, on dim but seems enough fire. I hereby convey, oh my folks, rather what you taught, is hereabout seems logical, but my dreams, they are artistic, childish, joyous, unaware of logics.