Reach for the Sky

It's that Friday feeling and everything just pauses for a second or two:

Reach out your hand, you'll touch the Sky,
You may be small but you can try

Your steps may falter, you may fall,
The road's corner may bring a wall

Don't feel lost, don't lose hope,
With courage within, all losses you'll cope

Leaders are made, they are not born,
Who lead, are not afraid of the thorn
They know at the end, of that ruthless road,
They will find their heavenly abode

Which not all reach but those who do
Are those who stop not when they wanted to

For they knew their dreams had a long way to dawn;
So they left dreaming and rose to the Morn
Vishnu Sampoorn

Happy week-end.