Sadly he sat on the stony stool
Late evening at beach was quiet and cool
Slow waves hissed whispering sounds
He was alone, not a soul around
Were his dreams ever bright and clear
He in haze, struggled in a maize
Never desired so strong that he could swear
Regret in his eyes; his head he couldn’t raise
How was he responsible for what he did
He made others wiser but remained a foolish kid
Life is like that or so it was ordained
Looking back made him sad but caused no pain
Life is a journey on the path you choose
Wayward roads lead nowhere everything you loose
