Lost At Sea
I see the morning's ocean, vast, and wild,
A million things could happen, but I am no child.
The salt is satisfyingly everywhere
Reminding me of the fair
Mannered place,
Where everyone knew what to chase.
Dreams, passions, desires and more
It seemed I was the one who yearned for the shore
To explore, to discover, to be afraid
I want to know for this is my youth's crusade!
A million things are waiting out there,
On the open ocean caught calm and unaware.
But straight ahead
Is what others dread,
An ocean in a tempest,
Dark and endless.
But still I plough on,
Refusing to sail to the safety of the dawn.
I may not know where the sea will take me,
But all that matters is that I'm free,
Even if this great tsunami will be the death of me.
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