At the time of adversity galore,
bitterly he cries;
trailing off to weakness!
His eyes turns red;
at the sight of a gloomy day.
At the moment of millions reasons to quit,
wearily he moves;
to the future in his mind!
His motives got ill;
at the bridge of cross-over.
At the juncture of un-predictable outcome,
comes the incompatibility of the past and the future;
spurring the contemplation of his indecisive brain-
"since the past is so dim to see through,
"and can't quench his taste for adventure"
To his dear future he looks to.
