A Wayward Sailor
All is lost thought it seems,
Without my compass it’s just dreams.
A wayward sailor, that I am,
With no lighthouse I’m on the lam.
The waves crash against my hull,
Which forces me to take hold & mull.
I fasten the lines and batten down,
Praying with all my might not to drown.
A strong survivor that I am,
Although this storm is ad nauseam.
Give me a hand to overcome,
Together my mate, we are adventuresome.
I need some guidance from somewhere,
Oh won’t someone tell me, “it’s over there”.
All is lost thought it seems,
When in fact it’s all just dreams.
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