It's unsteady, you say.
The boat it rocks,
It moves,
And sways.
But its just the waves.
The boat is small,
It feels unsafe.
Stay still, and trust,
It will land you safe.
But the shore is far,
Will the journey end?
Be still, and sit,
And enjoy it instead.
For the bumps and sighs
You face ahead,
Is worth the time
To reach the end.
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 5:13 PM UTC
It's unsteady, you say.
The boat it rocks,
It moves,
And sways.
But its just the waves.
The boat is small,
It feels unsafe.
Stay still, and trust,
It will land you safe.
But the shore is far,
Will the journey end?
Be still, and sit,
And enjoy it instead.
For the bumps and sighs
You face ahead,
Is worth the time
To reach the end.
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