Think of the gold coin you once had,
At that time, you're hardly sad.
You're unconscious of its rule;
That was what ruined the goal.
You dreamt of a fancy style,
But you're mislead to go futile.
What you owned displeased you a bit;
And it really altered a night that was lit.
You tried a chance to go well,
But, a matter turned that into hell.
Still, you were someone to come back,
And wipe out the crisis to break.
Now, when you are well, aloof;
You can now stay to think on the roof.
Your mind is really to get refreshed;
You can now think well to go ahead.