Did it ever come to your mind?
Why the things we wishfully aimed for
Were sometimes not what we find?
It may come but there is ever less in store.
Rambling every place there it goes to be sighted
That usual thing around but usually unwanted
Within expectations yet annoys if expected
It's forthcoming cannot be avoided
Countless bare days had passed
That graceless night was long over
But a vivid recall hideously lasts
And the abashment did not get lesser
The one who is not in need
Is the one who does not care
When the one is in need
The one is he who will whisper in your ear
You sometimes console, sometimes pester
So passionate now yet indifferent later
Fond affection had been displayed ever
Still the closeness has never been better.