Time and tide waits for none.
The road is long and open ahead.
Waiting for you to Run.
Are you waiting for someone?
To guide you under the Sun.
The run is yours my friend,
Only if you decide not to bend.
Against all odds that may come along
All assumptions that may go wrong.
Only if you Run, you survive,
Your speed would shape your life.
You run slow, you fall behind,
You run faster, you mastermind.
You run on plane, you lose quality,
You run through troughs, you achieve clarity.
You run with honesty, you meet snakes,
You run with mischief, you cut cakes.
Essence is the grit to keep running,
Else you are wiped for your doing.
No matter how good you ran,
No matter the way you can.
I never understood how far I should,
Your grit can only shorten as it could.
The distance is relative not absolute,
Comparison could disregard your resolute.
What you achieve is quantifiable,
But you won’t meet them on your table.
Rather what you don’t would hold you culpable,
Bully your weakness so laughable.
Hence patience is the drink we store,
Troughs and Honesty though carve for more.
Yet difficult to find a direct door,
Where we can instantly make, it pour.