A life of mystery,

yet feels so certain.

As if history's repeating itself,

at this very second.

Shall i wait for surprises,

or should i sail for one,

or should i turn into a man,

whose heart beats for none.

I left in search of an adventure,

or in search of a soul.

Who lives in uncertainty,

Whose life has no goal.

Whose every step is a mystery,

and life always at risk.

Thoughts are unscheduled,

and on his face a mighty fist.

Alone i sat in the bar,
with nothing but lost hope,

when i saw him drinking beer
& choking someone's throat.

My heart pounded heavily,

but not with excitement,

to the sight of this personality,

leading a life of a destitute.

Realization hit me,

hit me with the truth.

Pulling me back to reality,

to live a life of a hoot.