The Journey
Though unconscious we are born
In pains we live, we fade, we die
But life like river flows on
Quickly and slowly we pass bye
The wave, the tide
They blow and kick us about
We wrestle, we fight
We cry, we laugh out
Life is for a season
Like flowers in sunrise
The tour for a reason
In life we strive to rise
On the path we stumble
Depressed and forlorn
The undulation unbearable
Bliss! Bliss!! We beckon
Life is really a journey
Some exit, some excel
Like pilgrims we journeyed
Though its path no one can tell
Like wayfarers we progressed
Dark cloud on our path abound
The rain, the sun our goal repressed
Excruciating pains, still we onward bound
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