Masculine rhyme

In mark of past I walk as fast
so fast to not name the one I past,
but still he came by, in mornings
in metro, in stores, in mails,
and more in coffee, in talks,
and also roaming and wandering there
entangled in my braided thoughts.

From morning to noon, it blanched my mind
and nothing more could I do in shine,
in night again it was the dream that shook
me to the core extreme.
Its hard to fight these thoughts insane
in time of now and more again.
lets pill out the mind the masculine rhyme
in  years that has been  in my mind.
Let the world  learn more,
and come this shore,
to hear me shout and then come out.