You Come Back Well

Think of the gold coin you once had, At that time, you're hardly sad. You're unconscious of its rule; That was what ruined the goal. You dreamt of a fancy style, But you're mislead to go futile. What you owned displeased you a bit; And it really altered a night that was lit. You tried a chance to go well, But, a matter turned that into hell. Still, you were someone to come back, And wipe out the crisis to break. Now, when you are well, aloof; You can now stay to think on the roof. Your mind is really to get refreshed; You can now think well to go ahead.