May your dreams find your road.
Your trophies alongside your tears.

The good, the bad, the unfurling of years.
Call to mind when trail goes cold.
Quick the sails, hard reign your horses.
tack away,
back away from sly betters and worsers.
Attend not to blessings and curses
truth is not the core nor surface.
a simple line with gentle code.
I am me, unique and free
the carrier is born for the load.