The Wren

Awakening the pressure on my shoulders

Fascinating my childishness

Raising my voice against all odds and miseries

Claiming the prize and the choice

Charming which has blown me off

Swept me off my feet

Had my heart skin to my feet

Taking a trip down that memory lane

Had me dance to the tune and 

Laugh over the beats

Giving me partial ventricular contractions

Letting my auricles

Have irregular expansion

Reaching uphill battle

Fighting with rattles

Had self-dignity

As well as integrity

Obsessed with the affection

Rid of superstitious devotion