How? so hard to tread the leaders on lane.
Its magic, magnanimous icons of responsibilities,
An ocean of no certain yet sure expectations,
The drives of optimistic demands swirl the way,
Until the energy drains to end up the day.
Seasoned leaders never drop pessimistic sweat,
They leavefootprints and invite new shoot of rarest lane,
Discover once's own distinction and be the only one,
A challenge of leaders on the lane.
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