Milestones

To the epitome you desire, The journey you undertake, Is antonym in nature, As compared to the pleasures, You on reaching finally avail. The path is gloomy, Frustrating, depressing, Tiring, misleading; Enough to push you, Out in the oblivion, Where you become timid, Where you decide to quit…. Start again, night is over, It’s a new day, a new challenge; But your target remains the same. And now you see a new horizon; You become more assertive, While you grow your nose. And absorb the trail with bounty. Come on o player, You know your instincts, With all the distractions around, They guide you, instead. So if you have reached there, You know it what the game is, To the epitome you desire, Now is more distant, is more compelling, Now is more horrid, is more blissing.