Designed as me, for the Onus

Turn round you,
Then go down to come detour
But when I turned around,
As if engaged her as ardour

I envisaged them together,
Ask what their name is;
Natural and Synthetic
Such issues are created,
Are to take the burden of the whole
world as

Gravel or stone
Thorns or their painful prick
Not cry not hold,
And forbid any excuse
By the time you verge the destination

Not until my weary steps,
might not have access to the
wandering Notch
Designed as me,
for the Onus

Tranquillity, take turns thriller. 🐾