I stand by the way
aspiring to climb,
movements are fragile
need an idea to fertile.
Courses are destined
but I dive with my own time
people come and go
fixed are my values.
Though courses take a frame
late in my sphere
Things get matured.
I proclaim my deed
for my inner feed.
Courses retain in my world
path cries for the mentor
far and behind eyes ponder
adding frangipani all together.
As courses meet my side
I go for another ride.
