Walking along the dusty road
Destination is success
The road taken is rarely used
Only the brave are seen there
Loneliness is its surface
There are curves to negotiate
And potholes to avoid
Rift valleys are in the vicinity
There are some roads branching
out
Roads with dead ends
The sun scorching you like a piece
Of meat on the barbacue stand
Sweat would be your bubble bath
Dust would be your latest lotion
But hold on
Those driving would overtake you
But you might meet them when
They've a flat tyre
Hold on
In the distant future, where the
Sky kisses the mountains
Success would be waiting ready to
Run you a bath
Give you a cool beverage to
refresh yourself
Don't grow weary when walking
On the dusty road of success
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