Along the lake, I come to sit,
My weary body, bit by bit.
As I lean on the tree behind,
A chaos steers in my mind-
“I’m yet to take a giant leap
There’s miles to go before I sleep”.
To my lonesome struggles; repeated falls,
To my pals who then ignored my calls,
To my inner battles, my one-man wins,
And to the world I am to prove some things:
My mind reminds, and pricks me deep,
“There’s miles to go before I sleep”.