I saw a young man dropped out of envy
His heart was stagnant and heavy
Many ways contradicted his
They searched for a way to see him in abyss
But his glory was what he reflect on
His wills and aims, they turned down.
Life was never friendly with him
His dreams were shrinking and slim
The hand of the earth was so heavy on him.
Eyes were gazing on him with wickedness
Tremors are coming with fullness.
What then is his ways to life?
With all turned to strife.
I saw the way he was brut led
On the day he searched for help
His body stranded and fully unkempt.
He looked else where for a savior
Who then does he endeavor?
He would smile when love call on him
He would cry when his prime seems slim.
Alone he stands at this dark corner of the road
Carrying pains of heavy load.
His thought were wide and ungracious
Things going on look preposterous.
He stood and was looking for dream
His tears was forming stream.
Gradually he found a spacious way to live
With zest, his dreams he strive.
What turned out bad
Is now good.
He finally enjoyed the good alone.
See what life has done!