Rose-tinted Mirage

It was a mere stumble, nothing more,

Just pebbles lining the road.

Definitely not a collapse on a boulder,

But the sight of blood makes one lose all composure.

Out of nowhere, raindrops hit the bouquet,

Wasn’t it spring just yesterday?

A minute later, it’s a foggy winter morning,

Silence as in the woods, and then a howl with no warning.

A leap of faith is often a leap to fall,

Crashed on an island, where’s the set of predefined protocols?

Rose-tinted glasses are glasses, after all,

And when the cloud is white, the silver lining is not easy to spot.

This steep valley is secretly a maze,

The destination, an ever-changing zenith hidden under the haze.

But what if, it’s all a treadmill?

Countless steps, yet the peak remains celestial.