A wild and strange ride one will always find,

When riding through life, how hard must one really try?

In looking for purpose, one must clear one’s mind,

Some search low, others look high; ready, FLY!

Take flight like the proud goose, majestic flight,

As kings are born to be, with power and pride,

Constantly watching their backs, protecting might.

Life is not guaranteed even on this ride.

As the birds do sing, one must watch the light.

Should it fade to purple, similar to veins,

As deep as it runs like a river with might,

Darkness approaches and with it brings pains.

To love is a feeling that should not be missed,

A torch in the night, the darkness has’t kissed.