The Search
The Search
The search
The slant of the mountainsides is deceptively beautiful,
Paths that snake up,
Or perhaps a contemplative downslide!
Also riddled with
Straight-jacketed ridges,
Carved,
Stony ravine,
Pretty much like life!
To climb such terrain,
We need a guide,
To tell us when to climb
And when to slide!
What dangers to watch out for,
What enchantment
To stay away from!
For much like life,
The thrill of the trip,
Discounts the slips,
And we end up hanging
Off a cliff!
The master allows
Us mistakes,
For there's much more at stake!
Unexplored territory,
In all its mystery,
Is like a game of monopoly!
Grimey faces
And scraped knees,
Tell of lessons learnt,
Along the way,
But the glow behind
The grind,
Tells of grace
That's always been with you
Till you finish your race!