Amongst sharp, stink, coarse stones I trek, meticulously, diligently
Steps begot steps. In need, I marry fastness; for destination is at remote
Of my sight. We all the trekkers are magnets that bewitch negatives,
Despise on positives. They are incompatible.
The race is hectic, blameful, isolate that makes the feeble minds to
Retire. The stubborn folks stick to rules, to astound accomplishments
Overwhelmed their ponderation. I stood at the last column completely
Fed up, no certain surety