I went to reach out to the Sun I went out to become its light The show ended before start of the fun Giving up before even start of the fight
Dreamt to become the flow of a river Gathering no moss on its course No more of the old Stagnant Pond Stepping out of the pattern per force
Little did I realize that the weight Of extraordinary life is too heavy on shoulders With no glaciers to start with The flow stops even before it encounters the boulders
Why did I return, what made me go ? Probably the Yin and Yang of the Flow Whatever I may call this whichever name may I assign Things good for others need not be mine
I went out to reach the Sun I went out to become its light Am I not where I need to be ? Is there any need for the fight ?
