The walk has began with a chill,
Let me follow this maze,
This one is best for me,
The last has dined away,
The future is never promised for me,
So let me lay down feasting on today,
For tomorrow is flinging thoughts of fools,
The stupid lingers on prospects of yesteryears,
I'm not here to make it rhyme,
Nor rhythm of any kind to reason for those who seek,
But to give me and mines a reason to smile.
