New wine in the old bottle.

Cakes are always baked in oven,
So are your plans never to be broken,
That's in your sight, nothing is mistaken,
But the world can read it and be shaken.

That is the law you think is like a coil,
You never understand its own foil,
Whenever your pre-planed sketch is spoil,
You should know that you had to more toil.

Simply, sitting on the same,
And playing on the same game,
Doesn't get you a good name,
And never try to gain any fame.

Your work is not for the profit,
Never try in your mind to fix it,
That your goal is for your benefit,
You know not that has been your habit.