Walking in solitude, and not on an esplanade,

one understands depth.

Preserved within the backwoods of his own self,

there lies a belief that keeps him going,

Neither glory, nor misery,

Could undermine a belief

that comes with a certain freedom.

Sometimes, deprived of this,

he survives.

Floating in the midst of an uncanny habitat,

Of this mankind world.

Finding solace in the uncertain,

An insinuation that is, delving within him,

He seeks for a certain freedom.

Yet again,

Walking in solitude, and not on an esplanade,

he sees the depth, the same belief.

Measurable ones (this time) and trusted by the self,

Because now there is wisdom,

Neither Glory, nor misery

Could undermine that belief,

Because this time, he is now

the freedom.