On the last true day of our brief taste of actual happiness, one realises(in hindsight, as usual) that the whole holidays were wasted(intellectually), and the free time was taken for granted. I resolve to make better use of my next vacation. I resolve to resolve the same thing after I fail next time.

You say that the river,
Always finds it's way to the sea,
And like the river,
You will come to me,
Beyond the borders,
And the dry lands,
Like a river...
Like a river...

A disease without a cure.
Like some divine will.
There is no stopping you.

Pain and suffering comes,

Like an ugly stalker.

There is no escape from you