Greatness

Stranded on the highway my heart beat slightly faster I had a destination to reach Suddenly, everything seemed uncertain What would become of me, where would my feet go, now that I had been pushed off the yellow auto that I was safe in How similar it is, to the sight of a man standing alone on the cliff side as the sea hit harshly against the rocks Nobody expects a few droplets of water to defeat the sturdy rock But still it does so The rock breaks into fragments and ends in a mushy concoction of mud and stone Water that percolates in between, seems to mock it as the memory of its great past flickers into non existence Such is the story of great civilisations too Would I end like that? I ask to myself I'm still at the beginning of my life I wonder anxiously, is the best over yet? Or am I still a small drop of rain, on my way to become a sea? Not a part of the sea, that is too pathetic for me I dream of valour and greatness I can only hope to achieve them someday