To those travelers
Yet a far distance, Long it's so been, the bay hasn't arrived. Your hopes drizzling away, For you've crossed the limits beyond the sky. A battling mind , a fading heart, Ticking Time unveiling it's mask . A biased toss and you choose to quit, All the hardships through, seems a dumped pit. O loner , even the spring takes time, And the tequilas are incomplete without a lime. Harsh would be the winds , And the tide would rise high. But for your swim so far, For the raw you ate , and none there to wait. Scars you drew , your footprints on the dew Echoes a loud roar , "The jewels aren't far ahead" All this long, a thousand carnage triumphed, The circumstances which provoked, and you chose to parade. Just a little more of fatigue to have it all, Eminence would open arms for you , There would lay ,a galaxy of abounded joy! "The taste of success depends upon the ingridients you choose"-sid