Who knows what’s going to be of me

Poor soul struggling for the love he was searching for

In all of his life searching for the right answer

While the laments of his heart were blocking the true emotions,

Wrong dictations on the many directions

Found him different emotions.

Now, all of the sudden, when he really found his treasure

He cannot touch it! He cannot even smell it!

Acting like a fool in the smear reality that this life offers

He cannot resist the fact that he would do anything for her.

Anything, how foolish of him! One day going to be regretting

His many decisions taken not in his favor?

Who knows what’s going to be of him

For now enjoying the ever ending dream in his mind

Hoping that one-day all of it will be true!

But what can he do?

Nothing! just let things go and he will know

If the treasure he thought he found was the real love.