  He ran around a circle,  imaginary Thoughts pushing him beyond the ordinary Concentrating on a problem,
 so seemed Till time gave a solution,  much in need Stopped then,  he all of a sudden Chance to put down his burden Were his efforts a waste,
 he later thought Could these solutions be bought All around him everyone raced Each of them getting outpaced Their destinations do they all reach Or end up as a topic to preach The solutions seem dramatic When not looked pragmatic Once achieved they look inane As simple as a window pane His thought was his problem He carried on as his emblem They said thoughts are god given Every man will one day be forgiven Then this running,  a question mark Reality stared at him stark Look back for a while,  with feign God is once again playing his game.  Who wins?
