A Hymn of A Stationed Vagabond

I always got confused or afraid
To choose the right alphabets
Among those twenty six ones
I hoped my options were less,
As if they resulted in less or lesser
Those permutations and combinations!

Inception or a déjà-vu
Options of a weaker;
I chose to be stronger to find out mine
Arranging them countless time still I find
Predicting the probability!

I never had enough time
Neither wanted to wait till eternity
So I kept my belief, on myself
That once it turned out to your name
Magically, yet so naturally!

So I keep on penning down
My creed on my faith
And the possibilities, of my fate
Becoming in favor,
Come in once and staying forever!

I chose that life, for that feeling
That’s not a disease or paranoia
Comes and cures in seasons
“But a disease, chronic and cruel,
That would neither kill nor go away!”