Ambitions light up the road
Beneath dark night of failures,
Stepping up accelerator
To grow in stature.
Racing in with might
Sweet success to taste
Spending on the fuel
Which one would have
enjoyed with a nice meal.
Worn out and fingers burnt
In the end on has to repent
Since the health of body engine
Has lost its sheen.
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