In the ocean of time, our horizons are wide,
living life as a dinghy on a silent tide.
We float on waves, a careless ride
as if life’s anchor will never be untied.
With vast skies above and depths below,
We desire to sail through moments, too fast to row.
With dreams as sails and hopes as guide,
We navigate, casting good sense aside.
But as we sail on, the currents of change,
our dinghy of life seems deranged.
In the ocean of life with mysteries deep
into its embrace, do we dare to leap,
when sails tear, and ropes fray,
when we find ourselves adrift, in disarray?
In the ocean of time, our horizons extend,
A dinghy adrift, our bilge we tend.
On the silent tide, we drift and sway,
In the ocean of time, we’ve lost our way.
Yet still, we journey, with courage true,
facing the unknown, in all we pursue.
WoPoLi 
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