Doomsday

I have a lust for learning Sometimes when I try to savor a voyage Why the streets are always laid over with rough pebbles and coal black dusts. Yet I always desire to reach my destiny And my bleeding feet leaves behind the blesses from where I departed graced with beautiful dreams and vivid days. And as I head towards my destination Sometimes I find I'm playing with my own imaginations When I chance to stop at the dissector and my keen eyes wonders which way to go! I saluted my heart to move on the nasty way As I was not welcomed to enter the ethereal gate and my senses dismayed me When my wit foretold That I was moving the wrong way. Yet I listened to my heart and kept aside my wit On the way I met with several ills withal curses No wonder they were defeated And I was defeated by the soul of mine When I found my destiny was already ruined with several gravels.