Little bear at the zoo

There was this catchy poem that I read in a poem textbook during my Secondary School days. Used to find it meaningless, but not anymore.

It goes like this.

There was this little bear at the zoo.
Who couldn't find anything else to do.
Instead of walking to and fro.
He walked fro and to.




These days, I have been get the feeling that for every 3 steps that I am making forward, I make 1 step back.

I am starting to realise why I am taking that 1 step back.

I need to get out of the zoo.
Let the countdown begin.