From afar, life seems full of mystery and wonder..
Yet, inescapable is the sea of turmoil, hidden under
Amidst these rough seas, we attempt to grasp life’s rudder ..
Trying perpetually to get control of it, while it keeps drifting farther
Time flows eternally; sprouting decision tree all through life..
Though choosing one path over another is always tangled in strife
These decisions come with a strong sway; reflecting everything but totality..
Often forced on by circumstances; sometimes, a herd like mentality
Over the years, I have met only a few, so utterly convinced..
I ponder over their rituals, their values, how they persist
Is it faith that pulls them, cutting through the foliage of barriers..
Or can they visualize the dream upfront, making it their carrier
Is it a gut feeling, an internal radar personifying inner freedom..
Or is it a cold hearted decision, drawn with mathematical precision
Once the path is laid out, are they unhinged, unwavered in their quest..
Or is there still skepticism, about long road ahead, little flutters in the chest
Is it the zealousness shown by dreamers of the day..
A narrow cone of vision, keeping all fears at bay
Do they reaffirm the faith by constant discipline and practice..
Or is it only natural, once the neural paths are established
Are they quick adapters who criss-cross paths upon new information..
Or do they sustain, until within touching distance is their aspiration
Does the terrain affect their path, or instead does it make them leap..
Does the energy come from a source within, or is it the company they keep
Their drive is an enigma to me, which I hope to unravel..
Forever they’ll remain my inspiration, my grapple
Rare are those who have it down to utter conviction..
My path still being fallible, they have my undying admiration