One of these trunks has my blinding gold,
Their keys are inside one of them.
Odds finding the lustre is too much to sold,
I realise quest worth more than a gem.Walking long routes alone might burn your calories,
Or is it a way of spilling solitude on the road?
Occurance of experience make your stories,
One preference changes perception code.None has shattered by the blows of fortune,
Unless favours of hope decieved champs.
Once the clock reaches the forenoon,
Remember, seclusion turned on your lamp
