The quest/conquest

Destination indefinite
Pace is much definite
We all are so……
Running a race
Trying to keep the pace
Looking at the goal
Still searching for a role

The sky is blue
It seems so true…..
Affluent, pleasant, peaceful
Reaching the zenith is all we can think
The race is on, so none can sink

Me, you and all here
We all are busy to reach there first
As if the winner will get the rest….
Nay, it’s not true………
No one realizes before the end
Running the race is full of fun….
Finishing gives adrenaline to none

Chasing a dream gives you the high
Realizing is hangover in all
Where am I going?
The race is on, all I must think ….
Is not to sink…

Oh! This is where I always go wrong
Affections, Connections, Relations
Whole of these concoctions….
Turning and twisting keeps rolling
Inside my mind I can’t keep it going

Withdrawing, Resting, Signing off
I came all the way to get some hay
But getting the hay will end it off
I need the kick of bounty and gay
I need that high….high after high

So let me turn and run against the rush
To start the race, and get more gush….
Wishing success to rest in the quest….
This is no madness…
Somewhere here lays my boldness….