It wasn’t her, it was probably me
It wasn’t working, so I let it be
There was no hurry, but a little worry
To my name, there was some shame
No more money, obviously no honey
Then came stress, suddenly no address
Got no home, I’m left all alone
Shattered dreams, no one to hear my screams
No appointment, total disappointment
Nothing to get, and nothing to give
That’s how I’ve learnt, now to live.
With little hope, that’ll soon elope
I’m living life per day, nothing else to say.
Her name was Fate, she said: “Not You”
“Wait, till we meet again, for another rendezvous”.
Ken Khorana 