Words briskly picked from the fruits of your memoirs, galloping air you forcibly breathe the music you hear, the colours you see. the hymns you appreciate, shows traces of wonderland, the hints and pieces ah, superficial paradise. Now you tell me stories I'd ought to focus and listen, As I see the snap of your fingers Loud words and Whispers, vines and wrapped my heart without any given reasons, you provoke and attest, Your hideous mission. to capture and get, Slaved by your intentions, with peace and love, through your life lessons. You've given grip through friendship and company. I will raise this glass for our uncharted destiny.