Penning these sincere  lines now at will,
how I love this beguiling  process in total,
pulsing rhythms how that must  ink spill,
it’s such a glowing sunshine trail for me,
structure and converse deep within my heart,
I plod, plot, peruse, ponder with utter glee,
one doesn’t always grasp where quests send,
those side routes, side streets, sideways,
chart and map one gladly must amend,
but happiness awaits the blissful dreamer,
they never the object of life charm,
enchantment of the trek a bright redeemer