It's a race
through a maze,
Every turn is a mystery,
There's no right or wrong,
Simply race along.
One of the racers,
with pace unaltered,
stays unbeaten forever.
Others, giving every ounce of effort,
remain an inch behind-much to their fervor.
Many a time we get lost,
Many a time we fall behind,
For we fix our sight
on the goal, so far,
and run madly, looking neither left nor right.
Soon we learn the secret-
is not to get ahead
but to keep the pace,
is not to reach the end
but to tread the right path.
For there's no overtaking "Time",
In the race called "Life".
