Success is defined by the steps taken,
Or is it the cause of the heartless battles won?
Harder and harder trying to reach the top,
Eventually landing in rains on the wrong foot,
Putting life ahead of time,
Moving on inside was labelled a crime,
Hidden in the forests are the winds of leaves,
Forever we remained tied in the grasp of the divine.
The fragrance was too demeaning,
The lost love of the soul had left the mark,
Put on the mask on the hand to rest the face,
There will be light in the hidden shade.
The slow decay and the gradual transition,
Lead to the hardening of the soft evolution,
Crispy in the journey of this life,
There were many who lost the way before the last mile.