To forgive the sight of a peppered mind,
Is another route to a life one might find,
Through the jealousy, hate and lust,
Comes an action taken, prevail we must,
For not all things of green, brown and yellow,
Make an outdoor drifter a happy fellow.
Unto free spirited liberties that one takes,
Is a journey into a vast country of lakes,
Lost and sombre looming and discreet,
The sole purpose is people, though none more to meet.
All things taken for granted a betrayal of trust,
Move onto unknown areas, take heed in this must.