The Progression

Unfamiliar faces

Searching for a match

Unchartered places

Sinlessness is snatched.

Trying to make a name

The end still out of reach

Do not get caught up in the game

Rotten things grab hold like a leech.

Rising sophistication 

Eyes opened to reality

Falling victim to the flirtation

Where is the congeniality? 

Familiar faces

Race to the finish line

Fearsome roads and places

Not ready to leave it behind.