Vision-version,verisimilitude,he couldn't have thought ahead then
The flower strewn path was filled with his pain,but he had to move ahead
Overtaking all measure to measure,pain and pleasure
Sigh!he grasped it-his dream lay still in his fist!
"W"ould you like to taste that my dear reader?
You have to bear with me then,and look ahead....with my pleasure and his pain
He took it as it came,as a battle of brain,his confidence though "W"ithering away...
Thousands of lanes were being built in mood and mind
"W"hich could lead to the successful destination...but fate "W"asnt that kind.
All he had to indulge himself in was-preservation....
The song is over...the party s done...but the music still lingers...
As a faint hope..which at times makes time dope hallucinating the hours
Vision it was,which is done and "cannot be undone"...
"W"here is he now?"W"aiting for the version?
Oh call him....as the time strikes the final hour...
