Each day I played in the rain,
With no notice of the filthy drain.
Each day as I grew up,
With new thoughts popping up,
The only thing I realized,
Was that life was just so confined.
Just within the four walls,
Was me with some unknown calls.
The melancholy search being acknowledged,
By the divine soul's haulage.
The fear of catastrophe,
Was the mere anastrophe.
The fast passage of time,
Resembled a short Greek mime.
When the clock sounded tick-tock,
And the birds flew in a flock,
I found myself in a dream hooked,
By my memorable childhood.