In search of my goals I often get lost

And wander through hills and valleys.

Character which I have today

Reflects my path through all those alleys.

Every route that brought me back

Gave me something to offer and share.

Finest days were those which,

Taught me the game of dare.

Each of us walk without a map,

Yet we somehow reach a place.

Some are pleasant while some teach us,

Our choices are what we face.

Choose wisely for they can’t be reversed,

But never shy out from exploring the new.

Choice is one unique word,

Despite us having quite a few.

Nishant