Worthless Bickering Life

Sitting solitaire on the verge of a lake, hearing the rhythm that the waves make. The tranquil swaying air makes the hair brush on face, that endorse him to step beyond this worlds pace. Staring at the firmament up high, Maledicting oneself with a deep breath,a sigh. From the corner of his eyes dripples down a drop of water, As regretion touches him for what he ignored was his career. Adjusting himself beneath, on the midstful swaying grasses. Peeping within the heart, which roams in quest of traces. Looking at his bizzare reflection in the gleaming water, Yelling himself for his futile art and character. Praising God for granting him such a miserable life, he ultimately decided to end up with his grief. But hung his head low as a thought just struck in his mind, That none of them would come for even his corpse to find.