Credo

Tripping across the sea,
I wonder what treasures are in store for thee.

To serve and smile,
helps your might.

All the while,
you hope to blight.

Stop sticking to me.

For wicked ways
and candid days
lead to unbalanced brains
and julienne hearts.

I am no ones keeper,
so let me be.

Peace is what I seek.

This is thy decree.