Soon I'll be going on a journey
I've some rough ideas where to go
And what to do.
I'll get my bag of subject to pack
The required substance in
And I think I'm ready
To travel the desolate road
Of writers and poets before me
Mystic prose fragrance as a rose
Invogerating enticed me
Quickens my steps
To go further and further
Into the seeming enchanted woods
Of words hanging like apples
And picking the juicy ones
And leaving the unripened
Ones for another day
And leads me into a journey
I shall be grateful or I shall sigh
But I know I shall be going
Taking them again by and by
Till my life journey ends