Where is love which lasts forever?
Summer now gone, autumn bring
Dreams soon forgotten lay quietly
Nine of five ain't nothing more
than slavery in disguise
Measly little pay check is just there
to blind your eyes
And so because the child was wrapped in a cocoon of dreams
His mind hell-bent in following the drumbeats of adventure
Which like and unrelenting typewriter tapped the script yet
to unfold-A mystery of tomorrows.