At moonlit hours and chilly nights
The wet roads seems ever so long
The ghosts of clouds loom and menace
The Bed is a sweet and cozy place to hit.

On dark nights and frosty evenings
He works in lab on his quest for success
It gives him warmth
It succours
It makes him lean and hungry
The quest for insight turned into quest for papers
Sunken eyes with a cigarreted face.
Frustration a phase of plateau
And then rise up smiling again, having gained an insight
Into how not to lose faith.