The Adventurer

No goals or dreams
or splendid plans
riding fate's
rickety train
through the
steep high
mighty
hills
with
peaks of
deep
frustration
and the
downhill
joyful hoot
With a
long loud
howl,
the
happy
warm
glee
Is the
best
ever
had,
and on
the cold
harsh
days,
I weep
my face
wet,
so raw
with
sorrow,
but the
woes and
the trials
write the
check
that pays
for all
fun