Fickle Minded

When I like a song

I listen to it very long.

I play it a hundred thousand times,

Till my lips don't match the rhyme.

And this exists only that long,

Then I switch to any other song.

When I like a craft

I use to see it as my first draft.

I glance at each part

Till I don't find any other art.

And then slowly I lose interest

And after that you know the rest.

I have a fickle mind

From the time I was a child

Although, I don't remember my childhood

But it must not have ended with something good.

That's why I'd never utter those three words

Although I don't remember how much time my

Mind uttered.

The only reason is I don't wanna lose you.

I don't wanna switch to another you.