The Determined Traveler

(Dedicated to KEVIN SKINNER, TURF (the Human Knot) and to all other individuals who don't have the means but have the will) I am not a horseman, I am not a sailor; I don't have a penny, I often asked for favor. I am an amateur who had not traveled far; My only compass is the Northern Star. I follow the star, I'm on a journey Crossing desserts, the swamps, and prairies. I heard the voices of the unbelieving; For them the journey is not worth doing. Lend me a flambeau for my vision is blurred; I am headed to a place where no one has explored. As soon as I'm back from my uncertain travel; I shall bring you the good news and things to marvel. The sting of ambition has pierced through my bones; As I carefully picked on the pros and the cons. For I'd never been as eager or determined than before; Though the road maybe confronted with a sudden detour. If the road that I follow may lead to nowhere, I shall not compromise my dream to blips of despair. In a dif'rent terrain I hoped not to fail; I shall conquer the woods and establish my own trail. The dogs that howled at my guiding star; Signaling aggression as I heard from afar. And the darkness that engulfed from here and to there Could not deter the ambition of a determined traveler. Date & Time of Writing: June 19, 2012 2:18 p.m. - 4:05 p.m.