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