On a rainy day, waiting for the train,
Thoughts meandered from past to present,
Munching on box of chocolates and coffee,
Though I, what if adulthood was colored with innocence,
You would have less things to let your feelings drain,
Life bestowed with worry-less trophies.
Munching on box of chocolates and coffee,
Thought I, if nativity led to wisdom than tricks,
You have more to learn, nobody to deceive,
More muscles to stretch, less cricks.
Munching on box of chocolates and coffee,
Thought I, if knowledge replaced greed,
A world from sins and disasters freed,
You may or may not have to this quest, agreed.
Munching on box of chocolates and coffee,
Thought I, if we see through human nature,
We have more time with virtues than vices,
You’d achieve a better stature,
More happiness and content, lesser crises.
As the train arrived, whistling like a Casanova,
My thoughts beckoned to live moments,
As though summoned by Jehova,
To adorn each day like jeweled ornaments
