Resettle of force

Its not my dream of what it takes,
Its not a line of what to expect,
Though out of choice to act,
At a break I hate to make.

Of not much choice given, to survive the remaining days of service and earn to live, I opted no choice. To continue on seeing the light of tomorrow and breath the oncoming air, I had to take what left to take in a hatred way. What a choice! Two thirds in that profession and now a third for the new atmosphere.

In the first reign was at its' best where I start loving the new home. The second was at impassable torment under pressured course which inherited by successor for a dreadful period. At last relieved which restored back the love and desire top perform the best. The disheartening are existence of cores. Hopes of restoration of the happy moodily state of works are in light for tomorrow............... High quality expectation are there.