This fever of forever,
is like claiming a never,
You’ve better remain clever;
we are nothing but a feather,
in the stream of serial weather,
change is the only substance leather:
Alone we come then we leave not together.
Whenever you wait for a particular whoever,
remember, no one is meant to be your lever,
Moreover, life is a randomly mist whatsoever….
Rabi Taouk
