If I falter in every beginning step,
How can I walk miles ahead?
If I flounder in every opening that shows up,
How can I outgrow my dark cell?
Seasons change, surroundings change;
The world around in impatient leaps
Runs with time, miles a day;
Only I, in dark cell sit still
With miles and miles ahead to walk
Beyond walls, in warm fresh air
To distant lands where my heart stays put;
Eyes strain, limbs pain;
Miles to cover lie like unending ocean,
Undaunting, vast, inexhaustible
To my tired feeble soul.
Let my mind wake up from slumber,
Let my heart live up to passions,
Let my limbs shed sluggish numbness
And walk miles, run miles to distant lands.
Holed up in cell, I grope for light,
For doors, new roads, fresh air;
No more in hide, no more in bind;
I must step out, walk miles ahead
On thorny roads and jump gulfs;
Walk day and night in incessant pace
Till I reach distant lands,
Though legs fail and feet bleed;
For, I have a few challenges to meet,
For, I have long miles to tread
Before sunshine sets forever
And heart cools and soul sleeps.
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