A basket of memories for him to hover,
Drizzled the emotions of being a leftover.

Flurry of emotions following through a stream,
A ray of hope lighting up the dreams.
A brisk smile flashing through the face,
And a bit of anticipation of crossing through the maze.

The start of things which now are over,
The spark that kindled thoughts of a leftover.

Cycle on path had a bit of stumble,
The adrenaline  rush caused a fumble.
The aura around was a bit tensed,
Tons of problems were now being sensed.

Appeared some hurdles for him to roll over,
Drizzled the emotions of being a leftover.

The doors to his dreams were now being shut,
But he recreated the dreams inside his hut.
The feelings eradicated, the memories fade,
But he kept his lessons the choices he made.

His  destiny entitled him to be a rover,
With a smirk on his face moved ahead the leftover.