A smart benevolent child,
With an attitude quick n mild.
Walked up to a store,
Bcoz he was in a bore.
He was tired of the rush in the race,
He found it hard to accept the reality of fighting for one's place.
New to the world he was,
Not understanding his destiny.
Wandering like a lost soul,
Reaching infinity.
And one gray day;
With a swoop of a rusted knife,
He ended his beautiful life.
