A predefined race begins
right from our early birth.
Some lose in grief and despair;
others win with joy and mirth.

Everybody climbs a steep slope;
nobody reaches its ultimate peak in the first try.
Some keep on going all the way;
others caught in the middle start to cry.

Some slip past in the narrow valley;
others cling to the slippery rocks.
An unfortunate landslide is about to occur–
this is how our treacherous life mocks.

Some find a safe shelter;
others resume the uncertain trip.
No one tends to go together;
everyone are willing to skip.

Some curse their ugly fate;
others perceive it as a golden opportunity.
The latter are rewarded;
former get confined.