Newt to do nonce, here I
Lie on bed soul-searching.
A night to spend outside the house
Jus’ to feel the pain of homelessness.
But a fear triggers my mind
If it be my case as such.
Praying God a number of times
Show me not that doleful night.

Avaricious of having much wealth
Despite thinking what’s its worth.
Or givingness to the poorest of the poor,
To find a home in this place called earth.
Like to play a part wherein
I’m the master and too many slaves.
Or a role to play in politics
Weal be the motto but not greed.

Like to go all around the globe,
Or die here in like a soldier.
Or a servant of a govt. house,
What I earn in it be autarky.
Indite all that I utter, or gain
A place what’s called poet laureate.
Too many desires thus conflict inside,
But hitherto I could’ve covered chapters.