when times herein long, it is indeed short..


but when the path seems to end, it goes far beyond..


i wonder.. and ever i do wonder..


will the walk be in steps.. or will it be in straps..?


treat in sweets...and treat in breach..


picking on as the sails sweep beyond go..


the splash from the sea, add the salt in the morning tea..


sun that beams, push the sour in the scroll with cream..


let the taste embrace the path in race..


as soon, it'll colour the maze to peak the race..

-penOff-