Running hastily
Anytime he sees the droplet
Not wanting to be bath and cleanse
His noses are blocked to perceive
The foul smell he oozes
Frightened by a bleak of thunder
Cowardliness he embraces
For he is too drenched in self-pity
Lost in the ocean of regrets
And swollen by a pool of depression
So he chooses the fools path
And play the goat
Not doing the bidding that will set him free
For he believes he doesn't deserve to live like human
So he keeps his goat's act.