The Architect's End
A complex map, it gradually unfolds,
Like glacier carving a valley,
Long and wide to my myopic eye,
Tied outside my imaginative mind,
Therein odds, for tomorrow is untold.
But now i look behind; a long narrow path,
Through multiple campus years; and still,
My architect is crafting a phenomenal end,
To enter this world of wishes and dreams,
The future owes; as long as we live.
A short siesta in the shade; dusk is nigh,
Spirals of thoughts like galaxies in the milky way,
Amidst the bright, some set with the sun,
Not to classify all; but it's repository of reality,
Ideal is known, the real exists and fake is fond.
You're the chief engineer to steer your soul,
The velocity I manoeuvre is a private matter,
Until I hit the last lap of this marathon,
And eye the end line; beyond the quad,
There my heart twinkles with the stars.
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