The destination is almost there,
But I am wary of going this last mile,
I stand and think and ponder,
About what I was doing all this while.

All the things which were my watch-words,
The cutting edge, aggression, the drive,
Are they of any use at all,
In my day-to-day life.

Is this courage or is this cowardice,
To ask these questions around this time,
I am almost there but something’s wrong,
My innocent satisfaction has long gone.