The sun rises above my skin with dim rays of hope
I seek to ponder in pending pensive premonition
How I wish to relate history in lyrics that can’t rhyme with tales
When life challenges to swing strife with unrelenting divides
Never to forget Success strides that rolls on through calm trails.
That one seems lost in the destination of Change
In new twist of different turns and themes
There seem to be the most wanted needs
Clashing with less desired wants and thrills
Yet these is ever difficult to spot in the development
Of the sojourn of experiences and encounters forlorn.
Never did one know the end of the beginning from its beginning of its end
Praying to perceive the trends of life’s favourite bends
Cajoled in the maxim, becoming his favourite words:
Had I known… Should I had known; I thought I knew
Starting with little efforts with early signs of giving up
Is the zeal of high motivation proceeds to faint dash of hope.
To what reasons is there that amounts to the piles of work
Left for the initiative of the wise to accomplish obviously seen
Motifs was there but now lost, Morale was high but now dim
All bought by excuse that tags him a Lazy Achiever,
Despite the frustrations present building like a bridge
A mountain its become in the Fatigue of Handwork’s Ridge. .