When you look within,
There’s a destiny and plan.
Of uphill, detour
All to the master plan.
For every journey there’s scavenged land,
Of delays, mountains and the victorious hand.
A journey through the mist and sand.
In a broken world and a perfect world,
A new world of different facets.
A world of greed and generous deeds.
A journey of steep hills,
Of fate and nights of agony,
Of triumph, falls, and breakthroughs.
It’s all a choice
As we smile and reminisce,
The journey of age.