The quest to mingle,
Makes everything tangled 
Mortal a jungle
The fight a battle

Wander journey to town free
Not even water to grow tree
Breath isn't what you see
Much focus, looks like sea

Drive of a thing and passion 
Alone with emotion 
Knock knock, temptation 
Thoughts the invitation 

A standing ladder for all
Time determine the hall
Even while standing tall
The gate won't be of a mall

Wait for the forms
The tasks are boom!
Don't rush and fume
The system will be doom!

With false dates,
They loved to see thee wait
Never want thee to elevate 
Time reveals the hate

Think you in haste,
Can't chill and wait, 
You end as waste,
Far you will be from the gate