It's a feeling that consumes you;
Deep within your inner soul
It grows from seeds sewn long ago,
Expanding to excessive measure.
Tall ship glides into your harbor;
Regal as her masts undress
And rest a while, lashed to your
pier
Awaiting orders to set sail.
You, her captain, store her
ballast.
You approve her manifest.
You alone must chart her course
And choose the sea she rides upon.
Destination at your bidding,
Sun and moon, the stars to guide as
Open seas unfold before you
And your crew unfurls her sails.
Favoring breezes build your hope
Preparing you for stormy seas.
Hope, your first mate, scans
horizons
Searching to fulfill your dreams.
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