I am the dreamy solivagant

I am the bearer of sufferings

Will I transcend into a better being

With all the adversities beating upon

A repertoire one plays in his lifetime

Boomerangs when he reaches his last time

Flashing all the virtue and sins

That he has done to the humblest of lads

The wickedest smile crunches you down

Only to make you strong and pound

The ocean of mysteries weaving

Unfolds at the time least we anticipate

Why the shackles are tied to the virtuous

Barring them from the euphoria of life

When the untainted forms of joy 

Inhabits in the purest McCoy

From the distant past bounced 

the caprice moment of awakening 

to wither and wash

The light of life to unfurl

And ascent oneself to the pristine path.