Coming out of asylum, survivor of worst
Collecting ashes of victims, clearing black clouds of recession
Already pondering over faults, eager to learn
Brighter days are not far, pains will sing
Surely, the silence will break and lead to sweet things.
A pang, pain
A trial where nothing is a gain
A disorder, chaos
If lived without cause
A misery, burden
If nothing positive is done
A happiness, care
If confronted with dare
A fun, pleasure
If spent with leisure
Yet man does not really know.
What life is and spend it how....???
