When in life you hit a road
That seems just the ideal choice
Takes you where you want to go
And you want to dance, rejoice.
At first it beckons, clear and loud
‘This is the lane to all your dreams’
A straight directive, ‘Come on out,
I will take you to new extremes.
And all you need to do is this-
Just put all your heart and mind
Not follow this venture at bliss
You are strictly bound by time.’
The beckoning now is not so loud
A distant little background noise
Muffled by severe self doubt
And languor’s demanding voice.
But if you find a way to beat
The qualms that won’t let you by
And then go on with renewed heat
You’ll get to feel the Runner’s High.