Back to the streets

It was a life of adventures,

Of taking risks, collecting treasures,

No regrets in facing the dangers,

For, it was embedded in his nature.

From childhood, he had this craze,

Had the impulses, heart in blaze,

Living in urgency, counting the days,

For getting older, have his escape.

Leaving his family, leaving his friends,

A lone warrior, at the world stage,

Seeking the freedom, actions that pays,

Started his journey at an early age.

Took shortcuts for easy money,

Had connections with bad company,

The luck also favored the brave,

And he kept on winning his game.

Having a time of his life,

Intoxicated in lust and greed,

Every luxuries, his every needs,

Were available under his lead.

But time changes for everyone,

And he too had his fall,

With no support, laden in debts,

Being on run, bosses were upset.

A world of fantasy and desires,

Was ready to put him on the pyre,

Panicked, terrified, in despair,

He ran back to hide elsewhere.

Alone, walking in this lonely streets,

Once showcasing himself as an elite,

No home to return, friends to meet,

Spending his days as an obsolete.