A
pursuit begins, a journey starts,
It
starts with a foul cry.
I
don’t understand, if it’s a cry of joy
Or
weep of a saddened toy.
Time
advances, so does life.
A long journey or a sojourn is a thing to decide.
A
string of time, we try to fill
With
pearls of dreams, down the frill.
A
battle lost is always lame,
A
race won means a diamond’s fame
A
boon is it when one’s on the grass,
A bane to find it’s less green than the class.
A
pursuit as it began,
A
race as it is, life is just to run
In
the madness of headless minds
To
hurt your feet and to crack down on the spikes.
Of
all its hardness, with all its madness,
Life
still has the beauty of amorousness.
A
feeling that keeps one’s heart pumping,
A
hope that keeps one’s life moving.
Love
is what you need,
Care is what you want,
A
dream to pursue and a will to run.
But
then life is so hard that
It’s
a chase against time to end up with no time.
When
I look back at the end of the race,
I
realize, I am lamer on my loss,
Than
on the diamond’s fame.
I realize, when
you want it, you don’t have it,
And
when you have it, you don’t need it.
Life
is just to lose time to win a race.
But
then, at the end, I realized the rule of ebony
That life
is such a “Subtle Irony”.
