I compete with the me

Running through the meadows & jumping on the hays...

I start with some beautiful moments of my childhood days...

From juvenile to adulthood, moments flow like a stream...

Sailing in the stream I craft my dreams...

Dreams are distant, the path is foggy...

In my journey of roses thorns make it ruggy...

I start my journey with the rising sun...

With small small dots in the empty horizon...

Connecting these dots I make my path...

I chase my dreams without knowing the aftermath...

Sometimes I win sometimes I lose...

But this journey gives me courage & the art to choose...

My dreams are limitless just like the sky...

Opening up my arms... I try to hug them with my eyes...

From the moment I am born to the moment I die....

Neither do I compete with the" You" nor with the "Thee"...

It's my journey of life...

where...I just compete with the "Me"...