How would it be
To know what one wants?
If only I could foresee,
I would ask God appropriate grants.
It has been eternal,
The search is never over.
I want to excel,
But I know not the endeavor
Each journey starts with a lot of fascination,
It seems to be the ultimate goal.
But deep into the mission,
Fades the luster; No pull to the soul.
There is never a definite route, neither a destination
How do people have a constant goal without confusion?
Is it the age that I am in or a passing transition?
Or is it only me who doesn’t has an explanation?
Maybe I will find my ultimate goal..
Or maybe wisdom to explain this is not unusual!
