My Life is a Driftwood

Here I am in the middle of changes

Often due to doubt I have made mistakes

For lack of experience in life

Is a hurdle towards social hike

I assume that life is akin to a race

Swiftly I must move just to be the ace

If I slip off the track by chance’s will

Still I must scamper from the hands of ill

I’m such a driftwood floating on the sea

Where destination is vague for me to see

For life is a virtual journey

Which obstacles could impede my way

It is not individual excellency

Neither physical nor mental superiority

But the changing wind leading to a destination

Is what causes a sail to shift direction

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