So this is all, the end of story,
There’s too much hustle and no glory.
If I can’t draw your interest,
I will give up, leave you to rest.

Three letters I’ve wrote to you,
But none of them seems to pass through.
So there’s just left to wish the best
And stop at it, leave you to rest.

I have been born as Capricorn
And blew for you few times my horn.
But looks like I can’t pass my quest,
I will retire, leave you to rest.

September, 2002