The voyage of life
Is enmeshed in a puddle of stack realities
The highs and the lows
Like the pendulum
Sways and swoons
The graph goes up
And swiftly glides down
The journey is never straight
Embellished with twists, twirls and turns…

Like a jungle of roving beasts, predators hunting,
Haunting their preys
With brazen craftiness

There lies the will to win in the raging battles of life

Winning the war is the ultimate goal.
Like eggshells, the delicate transition for survival continues…

The journeyman must continue to wrestle his way to unending triumph!