Course Poem by Franz Of Lion

To travel with no map troubles the heart.
It hinders the life in this great journey.
To survive the flood by boarding an ark,
Would help the life escape the misery.
The path becomes darker and mistier,
As the life heads to its destination.
It's hopeless to only be a dreamer,
A chance would only grab its attention.
As it lays down in the cold sand to rest,
The sudden breeze shows the path for awhile.
To strive for success in this only quest,
And become like wind to fly through the skies.
Its heart was inflamed by those around it,
And it never again wanted to quit.