The race is tight
The sacrifice a distant dream
The joy a short lived achievement
The success a crystal of Painite
The comfort zone a painful reality
Throwing the world in dire need for a dose of depression
Just to awaken lying lions
To chase away the lingering slumber
To sharpen blunting brains
To cast a shadow of darkness over the elusive target
And throw the throngs into strive.
So I will toss you into the lion’s den
Make your heart turn into a ball of burnt rice
And watch you find your route
And perhaps reinvent the wheel.