Comes November,
A Year has been marked
Long grows my mane
Short looks my gain
I am agitated
I am figity
Lost dignity
Still at large
Even when the goals are set
Lone wolf is far stretched,
All I am is me with myself.
As river flow
Current with its ebbs and crest
So seems my growth
More i gain the same i loose
More the people i earn
Same are the people that lash out and go.
Left the glory far behind
Still gotta show again and again
That within me it exists.