Daily breadth I was taking,
Having the food to eat,
A required sleep was enough for me,
To make me walk-in peace,
Days weeks and months passed,
Just use to feel the breeze,
The days and nights use to make no difference,
Was it worth for me to get used to it?
Seemed boring as noting was new...
And somehow still does at times,
How can I make a living?
If this is gonna be my only deed