« read in the the caption » 1 】A taste bud of mine misses the delicacy, it joneses cerelac as if I'd savored not the food but the amrita when I was one. I was prepped to taste life someday like this, and won't you see the similarity, I have had to gulp it down as a syrup or drink it at will. 2 】I think back to it, there's no cue continuing it and neither the way I could come up with. I let it be, might have been the days I was yet to take standing. I fall then, I stood up and walked, I fall and now no chance I stand, they demand me to strut. 3 】My grandmother, she pads me out telling I was gifted amongst all the children known to her, the fact today fickles, I was first in her lap after my uncle. She looks in on me as gifted, I realize I'm several hundred thousand. 4 】Way back to the abode not home, I blur my senses about the nursery. The rhymes I sang there less but hitting home, tripped the light fantastic. I rhyme even today, the only difference I make is I'm not dancing while composing this.
