Fumble Speech

A man he knew himself to be,led him to wrong, All those times he had was to calculate the expenses of personal indefinite war, His own words got himself saddened instead of a discardable law, Blowing wind took away his hope, That was after a lady made him a fool he deserved not to be, Tried to work his best out,discouragement stole his confidence to cope, Hearing the echoe of his own strong voice in a room,he admitted the fact to be alone, If you choose not to believe,go to his home, It's down the road, Storming out of realisations,time was offering him chips and honey, But he felt caught into a living hell, Best for him to point out his ideologies,he perceived the concept of figuring out his disgrace before a mirror, Absolutely,he discovered he was a motivation and not dilutional. The risen of the winter sun directed him when he afforded to follow, And he ungripped to jealousy,accepting to lean on morrow, Just because he was a hero, Whose anticipations brought about a rolling billow.