We're posterity;
Of our lineage's integrity,
Whose red-coal desire we draft;
With every living in our heart.
At the onset of our journey,
We feet the history terrain;
With every muscle and vein,
We sweatingly forge on- though hungry;
Our goal we collimate to displace each worry.
Leaps and strides we take,
With passionate aspiration;
Barricades of utter retrogression,
Deep-redden with each step awake;
And all fathomable bits akake.
Sweat profuse,
Little acheieved;
The lanes of each make-refused,
Resounding pushes, confusion it often infuse;
Forces of defences deduced.
On thism sky-stretched lane,
Many epitaph are made;
Regardless of the lava-hot wade,
The drained soul surely must wane;
Far beyond any existing bane.
Every heart goes on a life-long adventure,
Legions labouring others destination;
Many few with pace-setting inclination,
Thus listless ambition punture;
At some very important juncture.
QUOTE: Those who journey without convinced destination never make their journey, but are made by their journey.
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