Life has become a race..
It moves at a searing pace..
Time flies like the landscape does..
When you travel at the Swift's pace..
Not a moment to enjoy the lush valley..
Not even the beautiful roses..
O how much I miss the tranquility..
Always pulled back in the race by the worldly forces..
I make the courage to look where the herd is heading..
And realise its opposite to what I crave..
I halt my tracks, turn around..
And start my journey against the wave..
