Existence echoes a phenomenal apologia,
Perhaps, it could seem like an inconsequential euphoria.
Life contains monstrous mysteries,
The exorcisms of one's phenomenal fantasias.
There is a sensational implementation of malevolent embezzlements in one's psyche,
When someone asks me,
‘'What's your aspiration in your life? ''
I begin to introspect untrodden denouements,
Reflecting my hitherto inconsequential contretemps.
Mistakes, delineate adaptive mechanisms,
They, miserably, are ornaments,
Presumed to be unessential for human race by wistful ones.
Life is a codex of impetus according to a philosophic apologia,
Containing such apologias for a vindication, however.
That there is a vicious circle, shall be profoundly emphasized;
A homeomorphism, within the human race,
A cyclic race within the normativeness...
An apologia of animated sensations, breaks those bonds,
Between the humanity and philosophic apologias;
Exclusive advocacies in one's life,
Ethereal judgment and memento;
Sometimes being contrary.
Altered day by day,
Via an exorcism of expropriations, nostalgia's fundamentals;
Such nostalgic culture is passive but agitative.