The ride of the seas
in the mouth of the beast,
The joy and release
of beginnings with ease.
You set off on a path,
with the light in your eye,
But when it’s setting in
you’re attacked by a mist.
You keep sailing away,
with your hopes and your dreams,
But the mist gets thicker
and resolve suffers with.
You question your depth,
and the things you can reach,
The path that you chose
and the means that you bring.
If you can persevere
isolated in the mist,
You’re reborn once again
and the light is released.
Now you set sail again
with new ways and means,
On the way to the way
to the life, you have dreamed.
But beware of the mist
cause it’s lurking ahead,
Once again, you’ll be gripped
Once again, you’ll be ripped.
It’s the cycle for who
enjoy experience,
But when doubt leers in,
you’ll be missed
in the mist.
Mar 5, 2022
Mar 5, 2022 at 3:20 AM UTC
The ride of the seas
in the mouth of the beast,
The joy and release
of beginnings with ease.
You set off on a path,
with the light in your eye,
But when it’s setting in
you’re attacked by a mist.
You keep sailing away,
with your hopes and your dreams,
But the mist gets thicker
and resolve suffers with.
You question your depth,
and the things you can reach,
The path that you chose
and the means that you bring.
If you can persevere
isolated in the mist,
You’re reborn once again
and the light is released.
Now you set sail again
with new ways and means,
On the way to the way
to the life, you have dreamed.
But beware of the mist
cause it’s lurking ahead,
Once again, you’ll be gripped
Once again, you’ll be ripped.
It’s the cycle for who
enjoy experience,
But when doubt leers in,
you’ll be missed
in the mist.
This poem signifies the never-ending battle between our need to rest and our drive to better ourselves.