The Direction For Destination

With high hopes planes wearing uniforms took off to touch the sky, While breathing the air of aspirations they even saw themselves fly, But, they didn't hover thus to their eyes everything turned out so right, Celebrating about how their lives are no more in the air like the kite, The day arrived when they feared are they reaching their destination ? Soon the scales of doubt corroded their wings with induration, Feeling the weight they began lowering towards the ocean, As the planes were shocked to learn how they lost control over their own motion, They ran towards their destination but did they know that it needed a direction ? A direction welded from the heat of correction, Now in its absence, they're nearing a place they didn't expect to land on any day, Within their last breath, they had to end their journey with a mayday, My dear people, we may dream and set a thousand hopes, But if it lacks a direction they we may end up hanging our meaningless lives with fateful ropes, Though you will see the direction through the fog of criticize and advice, Then remember, my youth if you stay blind once again by your pride then your soul may not thrive if it wasn't wise.