Embarked on with ‘me too’ approach having no targets and no destination,
but ended with
desolation and frustration.
Felt like I lost my
battle, a battle aimed to conclude contentedly.
A year went by with
no clear mind and no bump,
crashed into another
destination with a slender progress.
It opened my mind, my
passion with a submission for an explicit target.
Harder I went through
like tunesmith for their melodies,
The more, it shaped
my credence with a new aspiration.
My taste for new
places went up, so my ardor with anonymous epic,
with each destination
added, a new target laddered.
The gap between the
stance and the swing narrowed, ensued a new swiftness;
conquered mountains, burnt
road and sailed rivers.
They became my first
love, my first home;
Yes, I have a passion
for you, “Ms. Running”.
