Life has no blemish in its path ahead,
But wide illusions that lay prettily spread.
Smiling at the jeopardies that try to daunt,
Life is to brave them, just a magnified jaunt.
Look at the vividness of each little thing,
Stride through in pride, like a queen or a king.
Ponder on the Zonder of tastes good or bad,
Midding in ebullience, will become the ideal fad.
With each step you learn and with each fall too,
Smile and laugh, for there is no time to boo.
The fantasy of life is not to turn back to hostility,
But to solve them with some wise and witty.
Too much of anything can be one big humdrum,
The fingers got to pain, for the guitar's perfect strum.
Hate to submit to the poignancy, and flip that side down,
March forth atop it, for these lead way to a splendid crown.
Looking back on all the steps trampled so far,
A sweet memory of bliss must it delight as a star.
Waking from transilience, walking with resilience,
To an outstanding saga, is incomplete without ebullience.