Seasons go and seasons come
Daily we seek dawn of victory
Like we did the day before
Out again, lust for glory
Like the people long before us
Our destination remains cloudy
But as they did deep in the storm
We push with brute and paddle on wildly
Hot days and cold nights
Vain expectations,self inflicted pains
Lamps burnout,we wallow in the dark
Seeing nothing but memories of the past
Like shadows cast,our progress relapse  
New dawn and our eyes are clear
Partially,again, we retrace our steps
Away as earlier on a new route
On course for old lessons unlearnt.