Lone all the way
Lonely a rattle surely a battle,
A battle I swear not easy a win.
And surely a focus a focus that robust,
My sheer existence is no sin.
I live by my ways and see large to little,
May not speak a lot yet neither am I brittle.
A story I live by of which I'm the spy,
A chorus I ain't but a wisdom full saint.
Places that I discover and people that I meet,
Differs a person befriended with the one I just greet.
Seeking along the route I whistle a flute,
Possesses which a wisdom of memories.
Throat might be bitter but inside a sweet fruit,
And face might not glitter nor do I ought to be cute.
I live by some principles and test my own river,
The water still ripples hence my soul's still fresh.