Neither I started to walk a long, Done by mistakes as I never the wrong. Suave is simply I defined my path, I need the snuggle but deflected by wrath. Sure I allowed my destiny to lose the game, Still I beckon the aura which remains the same. Addle is what I make my statement, Along the breeze I miss the wave with whom I went. Hope is what I kept inside the shell, I at the zenith nor I am made to sell. Time passing along the traveler, I hope someone’s wait along this traveler.