Ethnic

Primrose path?, Nah, it's a kooky comfort 

I do have butterflies in my stomach,

But they ain't hungry for consideration.

Thirsty for zest though,

But anxious for bummers at the same time. 

Bewitching, alluring and bored,

Crazy so much, I smoke wine.

Humming into lapse now, no not a twitch,

But I like its shine.

Not in love neither,

But awe -fully I make things rhyme.

Facts and scores, looking like fairytales and bores.

Now stay calm, let me tell you a story,

Where forever's a time 

Love's sense 

And ethnics crawl on vines.