An Itch
Amidst the too much of a ruffled furor where we're all just tangled, in the futile worldly wars, I have an itch, An itch to ferry all, towards some placid shores, Upon the wheels of an eternal joy, where the haven has a dazzling allure, Yet, It is the journey, that leaves your soul, baffled and implausibly floored! (c) S.S