The Yellow Cycle's Craze

I am born a decade's ago,

but I am still grown at a facade's ego.

I am decked in silly yellow,

but I am still freckled by a gritty fellow.

I am frisked in floody lanes,

but I am still brisked in bloody insanes.

I am thrown in a race at Land lord's maze,

Thine adorned in freckles of jungles and spectra of mirror is ready to play.

I am blown in grace at enemy's disgrace,

Thine applauded  in tinkles of medals and fevor is sleepy to lay.

Now with the fall of moon's glow ,

and call of stars flow made me to doze on yellow pillow.