There is left only a brief recollection,
Of once burned in my mind reflection.
At last! I got out of this buried section!
Albeit, again blinded by naive affection.
Firstly thought, I need poison not potion,
In order to counter emerald like emotions.
Incorrect! Necessity was a new portion.
So should I stop or stay in an infinite motion?
Slopped consciousness is giving this caution.
Seems obvious that I am caught in a fiction,
And my fraudulent body is just a fraction,
Which is living for one purpose- attraction.
