Waves of unease flood my heart,
Defying and ignoring my loving touch...

Sweet and charming she may be,
What you see is not meant to be...

Chirping sound of insects echoing,
Resonance of such is ever so soothing...

Strolling down the memory lane,
Mirages do not seem so strange...

Lofty mountain paints the scene,
Trees and bushes fill the green...

Victories and losses faded under a light so dim,
Trophies and certificates stacked a ream...