When i began to see myself in thought,

I was alone all alone.

With no friends and no person to confide,

I was really a child forlorn.

I had every one but none who understood me,

None that i could follow.

The smiles, the laughter, the talks and the lectures,

Were all a farce and hollow

Seeing the moon I would try to be happy,

But by noon I'd be mournful.

The evening light would make me moody.

And nights would leave me thoughtful.

The temples, ponds and fields were in plenty,

But my dreams were my best friends.

The love I had lost, lost some where behind,

Came always back to me in my dreams.

I had the confidence and could make resolution,

But i was easily discouraged.

This made me more difficult to get on,

And the ride back would leave me enraged.

Last night I awake from my sleep of misery,

And found myself a bit more wise

"Ride on with the flood, float and row".

They said, "that 'll make you rise".