Forget what we have earned in golden solidity
stored away at the tails of our cotton trousers,
waiting with a cadence for a thoughtless decision.
We are much more than accomplished memories
tucked and prized like a lustrous calf's brawny neck,
there is no appetite held on account of indulgence.
Parsimonious stanzas no longer have a limitation
and our pen is stronger than ever blooming affluence,
what we have propagated lasts and is pure in conception.
Think lightly and travel by the day's merry second
suddenly we will not be bouldered by obligation,
endowing a sincere road ambitious with destiny.
