A Weary Maverick...

I once wrote
I want to cherish a bonhomie,
But, I failed to note
What that would demand of me.

It hinges on events
Unmarked in almanacs and calendars,
It thrives on presents
Thrown up by riddles and mind benders.

It seeks to engross
Time, at times blind to oracles,
And it brings across,
Out of nothing, the sweetest miracles.

But above all,
It's a trip into a trip;
Am I ready for that fall?
Can I let go of my grip?

Like a weary maverick,
I'm thrilled about clement reins;
But, what if I was born sick,
And rogue is the very blood in my veins?