Swinging through the shadows,
On a road along the memory flows,
into the dark lanes which are forgotten,
resides a kid never grown.
A faith dwindling between theist and atheist,
has lost light anyways.
Its now an anger unexpressed, an irritation..
A saga which was supposed to be told.
Sprout wonders with blurry eyes,
will it ever rise or get killed in the reflection of the tree??
Never mind it anyways doesn't matter now.