A Solitary Ship At Sea

Not lost, but with no destination,
Sailing with the currents situation,

Definitely bound for a new shore,
New people, new lands, to explore,

Arriving as fast as the wind goes,
At whatever speed, the wind blows,

Outgrown anchors and lands of old,
Outgrown ships, of rust and mould,

Too long spent in dingy docks,
And using lighthouses, to guide around rocks,

Time has come for this ship to sail to sea,
With his own light on board, he can now be free.


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