The intrepid

Oh what a fool I've been,

laying in memories for time being.

In the whole enchilada I see,

associates back to familiarity.

Have come a long long way, 

thorough missions in a tragic past.

Haunting in the glory of bygone

wane to find anew each day.

But time is no excuse,

For the one that strives for verity,

if one is true to own divine,

there’s no pain but sovereignty.

As only a mighty
can fight the war of hope within,

to amend the very thought,

from slothful habitual undertaking.

It’s that slightest change

sets apart ones every resolution,

bringing life to a definitive conclusion.

Kindling the passions of love and accord,

to steer every consequential action.

and bring peace within mind and soul,

together they'd stay and live unafraid.      

28 Oct 2013