Where we shoud go.

When life points to Dragons that’s where you belong;

in life we can’t dance to another song.

We should march to whatever drum we hear,

even at times if that leads us to fear.

My heart is my rhythm; without it I’m nought;

no Journey then to worlds I have sought.

Death is the answer but life is the key

to knowing the secrets hidden within me.


About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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