Beneath those bushes, he feels the presence,there must be something, that makes him question.
He feels as if, he's on a chase,
but a second thought makes, the life so lame.
a week long plan, for a day to spend,
and when it comes this time, he drains it in vain.
regrets not what has gone offhand,
he plans again, knewing what he could gain!
the pile goes high, and the frustration begins,
the clock says now, or be it ever?
isn't this enough for him to suffer,
..behind those bushes, the calmness prevails.
an hour long spent for this non sense,
he counts it in, as resting his brain.
that's how the life goes on my friend,
you live in chaos, but organise it well.
