The Lan'

A wandering meander...
of old plight and tander.
a fellow's last of ol' boring past,
and with this last...
I will be one of my mast,
the sails...oh the sails!
This lan' that I know,
will surely turn to show.
This lan' of mine I will go,
into this light.
Without burning plight,
for furious might.
In that right,
and so...I travel to the lan' I know.
This lan' that I know,
will not be turned to foe.
Made dorious and dast,
makes waste in that hast.
And so I will travel,
to the lan' unknown,
I will....