This My Voyage

This My Voyage When vitals have boarded victuals, Why concern the sundry? When soileth I nobody’s cake, Why stall my thrust? For this’ my voyage And I esteem none a judge, But one that journeys idiomatic. Perhaps lost in the way, Yet I’m established in resolve! And nothing matters more. For countless have eyes parochial Peeping through life’s crevices, But this’ my voyage, Eventually that my urge In consolation should reside. This journey’s got phases And besets sublime, Upsets soon become my avocation, Joy scintillatingly employs And a comedy my scene becomes! Albeit in refuge, it’s mine voyage Hosting none a grudge, My raiment not to tarnish. I cherish no voodoo And dance not to the storm too, As the stars’ glim up there, So my treasury gleams in here. I’m packaged enough For this my voyage, Esteeming none a judge But one that journeys idiomatic.