Bloom, expand

I wanted it to start

I wanted it to end

To stop the murky frolic of a journey,

Leading to a dead end.

Criteria for no sleep, no rest, no zest,

A crest of soaring to new heights, a cleft.

Mercy be thy sorrow, in case you fall in guilt,

For there is again tomorrow,

Each new day means new dreams to build.

Stop only if you need a break,

But after do continue,

Because the dead end is often self-imposed,

Your power is to bend your will, to march on,

Grow, bloom, expand, and enjoy the thrill.

Your journey is yours to make it,

With every step and every stride,

Embrace the unknown, in which the true essence of life

is shown.