Sitting at my doorstep, gazing at moving clouds

There came a thought of a story, of a timeline called life

How its changes and waits for no one, making circles that drift humans apart.

Some say life itself is a race, while others say it’s a course

It’s a contest to conquer, a fight that should be won

All depends on the power that dwells within each body

Each soul makes its bid, but the inner power elects

Questions keeps rising, is it worth the buzz?

What should we make out of this race, an unpredictable series?

Each action being scripted, every scenes being watched

Yet revealing, leaving each soul with a story to tell

Thoughts of unraveling the deepest mysteries engulfs each mortal

Yet they say itself life is a tutor, who can define it better?

An aged mind or rather from a youthful might

It’s like a blindfolded touch on an Elephant; One’s goal might be the other’s discard

Life is what you make of it, each phase set to thrill

Dreams become reality, fading fires are rekindled

Some deigns to surmount, others stand to triumph.