This pursuit, a question, to live by,
and to fly, with winds high.
when, at times, it is the one being
and their tangible nature,
that unravels the, hardship favor.
or it's those littlest things.
when, tiny tea sups, would remind,
halcyon days left behind.
when, drizzly days arrive,
bugged with profound melody,
that makes you alive.
or sometimes those strings you had,
then, olden times that springs.
or that years ago,
a desire to conquer is contented with choir.
or this, a very little tale,
that prompts to goon pirate sails.
and in all these quests,
we live a life, to find happiness with fest.
