The Other Side

Day by day, week by week
At the same level in the game
Taking steps that are meek
But everything remains the same


It's not a prickly road
that one has to take
That is tough to travel
But your way, you make


Rather its a giant wall
Looking down without a bend
With condescending eyes
Marking your dead end


Well, not literally a dead end
But the planner in you halts
The meek steps won't help here
Here one needs to waltz!


A humongous push, a giant leap
To get back on the ride
Need a push over the heap
To see what's on the other side