The finish line is just disguise
A trick beneath the watcher’s eyes
You think it ends —but life replies
With silent wings that never die
Defeat’s a blessing in disguise
It cleans the dust from inner skies
The rain that falls the hope that cries —
Will grow where hidden promise lies
Don’t rush to name the story’s end
Each twist was written to transcend
In falling down you learn to bend
And greet yourself your oldest friend
One morning you will turn to see
That pain was kind in secrecy
All mirages in destiny —
Were preludes to serenity