It’s not because of the time and endless failures passing by,
It’s not because of the lost and stolen smiles,
It’s not because of the foul odor of despair,
Neither is it because of the burnt temptation to redeem,
That he succumbed under the foaming skies.
During the almost bearable struggle to perfectly combine pain and gain,
He simply found out there were no more jems ahead in his track,
towards what was left unfelt.